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The Christmas period was a blessing. The silence of his dungeons and the halls of Hogwarts as the majority of the school had departed for their home, it was truly a blissful experience that he could only enjoy. However unfortunately today it was not what he needed. The one time that he needed a volunteer and there was no one to be found. Normally he was constantly bothered. He couldn’t get a moment’s peace. But now he needed some assistance and there was no one to be seen to give it. However, at least there was some luck, because he couldn’t help but notice one of his students, moving through the hall. “Delilah,” he called, beckoning her over, “I’ve got a slight favour to ask, if you don’t mind.”

Delilah saw her head of house and had to physically stop herself from stopping in her tracks. She had some kind of fascination with the Slytherin that didn’t make much sense. Other than the fact that he was insanely talented in the aspect of magic and he was also a wildly intimidating person, Delilah knew that was she being dumb. So, she took a deep breath and the slightest of moment to compose herself before he spoke to her, then she lost her breath again. She walked over, though it felt like it was taking her years, before she was in front of him. ''Oh yeah, of course.'' She somehow stuttered out, though her voice covered for it and may it seemed much more composed than she was on the inside. ''What can I help with sir?''

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Juno puffed as she looked down at the man, still crying, still a bitch. God this was so annoying honestly, if he had just approached nicely then she may have entertained the idea of a kiss. But instead, he got handsy. Now he hand ached, she hadn’t curled her hand right and now she had to go whine to Holden or else Roland will give her that exhausted look. Not that he wouldn’t do the same thing. “That’s a pretty name, and a pretty accent, French? I’ve done a turn or two with your people,” the balls that they attended were fancy, and though her father was a muggle knight, her mother’s pureblood pedigree and skill granted them in quite beautiful halls that Juno ruined with liquor and fights. Which in her opinion made it much more fun. “I’m fine, it would take a little more than this little shit to get on my nerves,” she looked her over with a grin, “fast reflexes, you a duelist?”

Delilah’s eyes rolled as she realized the man was not only crying- but still crying. She let out an annoyed sigh / groan combination while looking down at the other’s hand. There was the slightly twitch of an ache in it that you could see just by the way she was holding it, but if she claimed to be alright they Delilah wouldn’t detest it. ''I’m glad my people provided a good time then.'' Delilah smirked at her and nodded her head. There was never short of entertainment in the French balls, whether it came from the swirling of liquor or patrons. '' I figured you’d be alright, I was asking about your hand, it doesn’t look as comfortable. ''She remarked lightly before her lips grew into a matching small. ''In a sense. A watchful eye if anything else.'' She shrugged modestly before tucking her wand away. ''This is pathetic,'' Delilah finally commented on the man on the ground and turned her back on him, ''Care to adventure somewhere else?'' She said with the slightly look back.

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Tomas wasn’t exactly fond of reminders of his past, and the dark haired woman was a reminder about one of the things he held the most anger over. Walking in her direction, his face was sharp and without humour, planning on not saying a word to her. He’d been forced to flee France because of his magic, and here, the daughter of a military man, was swanning about like she was important. It just proved he was right to hate them all along. Perhaps she wouldn’t even remember him, it wasn’t as though they had known each other well. Curiosity over whether she would beat out his anger, stopping short of her. “Mademoiselle.” It was hardly a warm greeting, but clearly the cold didn’t bother her.

Her home life was full of men coming in and out of her home for various reasons. With father being so involved with the military it just became part of the lifestyle. It never really bother Delilah. She met interesting men and if they weren’t interesting they were nice to look at and play her games with so it balanced out. She remembered Tomas in a casual manner. He never gave her much attention and didn’t play into her needs for attention of all kinds, so he didn’t really stick out to her, but he was still remembered. When she realized exactly who it was who was watching toward her, the expression softened only slightly. It wasn’t a smile- in the slightest sense, but it was an eyebrow twitch and mark of slight confusion. ''I know you.'' Delilah breathed out. It wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t as hard as his either. ''Tomas?'' She questioned again, reaching out for his wrist as if the contact was something he was searching for.

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Phoebe had spent most of the day bent over, her back was aching something fierce and her neck creaked each time she looked about. Her kitten Daisy kept tangling up in her feet, and while adorable she was exhausted, working in the infirmary alongside the Master Healers was equally rewarding and exhausting, she had every bit of drive to learn all she could, but potions she came to realize was not ever going to be a love of her’s. The Hufflepuff turned the corner to find someone who looked absolutely ruffled, and it was a little concerning, she looked fine, but the messy look about her and the amount of … skin shown, it made her flush a little. “Miss?” she stopped her, with a gentle touch on her wrist, “Are you alright?” her kitten mewed, and sounded equally concerned, “Aren’t you cold? Do you need a coat or something?” her brows furrowed in concern.

Delilah knew she probably looked like a train wreck at this point in the day, but she had done enough work in a few hours that she believed she could treat herself, if that’s what she decided to call it. Very suddenly though she was greeted by a very concerned woman and her vocal kitten. With a quick glance at her wrist, taken off guard by the touch but not offended. ''Oh I’m fine, don’t worry.'' Delilah sighed, using her free hand to push her hair behind her ear. She hadn’t really realized how cold it was, and even if she had she probably wouldn’t have changed her situation. She rarely bothered with cloaks unless the situation (ie, company) truly called for it. ''I just came out for a snack and thought process. Are you alright out here?'' Her question simply came from a place of nosiness, not true concern. It wasn’t early in the evening, she must have been up to something.

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In her defense, her first reaction would have been to punch. She didn’t expect backup, and she certainly didn’t expect such a pretty face, she blinked when she came barreling through. Her fist ached lightly, and the overgrown toddler that had taken the pinned up mistletoe as a chance to grab her rump and attempt to kiss her had led to his bloody nose. Her newfound partner was behind her shoulder. She noted that he was crying,‘Pussy’ was her first thought before rounding on the girl, “Juno Ashworth,” she thrust her hand out, the one that could uncurl, “who’re you?” If she sent another person to Holden she knew she was going to get it, but the unnecessary grab from the still crying man-child was cooling her.

Delilah had been watching the whole scene from a decent distance, leaning against the wall. Watching was a loose statement though, she would glance every couple seconds to make sure everything was still calm and collected, while doing the same to other parts of the room as well. Within seconds though the apparent innocent situation had changed and Delilah’s wand was in her hand and flicking through the air as she threw herself into the situation. She didn’t have time to throw any kind of physical punch, but apparently the girl had enough grit to do it herself. She gave very little regard for the boy on the ground and looked over at the girl. ''Delilah Gathers, you alright?'' She asked, raising her eyebrow. Though she highly doubted the answer would be anything other than yes. She shook her hand back politely as she spoke.

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Delilah looked about as undignified as one could get for the French. Her hair was messily thrown across her shoulders and her dress looked more like a black slip than an actual dress, but classes weren’t running at the moment and she had more important things to attend to. Like people watching, and gnawing away at her apple. It wasn’t lady like, and her mother would be scolding her for hours about it. But her mother wasn’t here, gratefully and so she wondered the halls of Hogwarts, her arms swinging casually.