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Hogwarts:: Banished. :: Open to any 6th or 7th year.

Sybil chews absently on the handle of her wand as she listens to the professor, lets out a small laugh as he demonstrates the charm they are to practise. Then Flitwick tells the class to carry on, and Sybill's banishment charm goes wonky and her pillow flies out into the corridor, and hits a passerby in the leg. "Shit, sorry-" it's an older student, she wonders vaguely what they are doing out of class in the middle of the school day.

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Hogwarts :: Nighttime Stroll. :: Frank x Sybill

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Even though it had taken away time from his studies, Frank never minded being on patrol. Mostly, it was a quiet walk through the castle. Of course every now and again there was the student out of bed, or Peeves getting into some kind of mischief that would rival the notorious Marauders, but generally, Frank didn’t encounter a whole lot that needed to be resolved with anything more than a warning. Which happened to be nice for someone that didn’t exactly like confrontation. He knew that he’d have to work on that if he wanted to be an Auror, and he would – especially since Alice wanted to be one too. He allowed himself a fleeting smile at the thought of the Headgirl, and focused once more on the task at hand as he turned the corridor to head up to the towers.

Spiral stairs were relentless.

Expecting to have the night’s sky greet him, with nothing more than a starry veiw, Frank was actually rather surprised to see another student. Glad, at the very least, that she seemed to be alone and he wouldn’t have to break up some heated teenage ravishing - Frank cleared his throat to try and get the younger girl’s attention, without scaring the crap out of her. It was all he needed, her tripping or spinning too quickly having been caught out of bed. He didn’t particularly fancy the idea of heading to the Hospital Wing with her – it always made him feel uncomfortable to be there.

“It’s well past curfew.” He pointed out, voice soft, but not without the proper diction or authority.

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It would be a pretty helpful skill to have, being able to sense when someone was nearby. Sybill could’ve used that about now. She only knew a small amount about being a ‘Seer’ but if that’s what she was turning into (or born into), fate could’ve smiled upon her and at least shown her important things like ‘Theres A Head Boy Around This Corner’ and not vague bloody flashes that she couldn’t understand. Not that she believed she was a Seer, not that she wanted that responsibility or burden or ‘gift’ as her Mother called it. She just wanted to survive another year at Hogwarts, maybe get some okay grades, maybe make some friends, maybe flirt with some cute guys, and maybe not get blown up by that psycho who was waging war on the wizarding world. Visions, nah, she could do without all that. She didn’t stop walking, though his voice had made her flinch. He couldn’t see it (her hair was kind of messy and big and covering most of her face from this angle) but she rolled her eyes. “I know what time it is, thank you.” Sybill’s reply was cool and casual with more than a hint of that petulant, adolescent tone that only teenagers have. Her pace showed no sign of slowing down as she continued down the corridor away from the other student. Sybill wasn’t an idiot, she knew he’d probably not let her get away with it, but she had to try. On the off chance. And finding out what was in that pouch was somehow linked with her being able to have a decent night’s sleep. That was far more important to her than any Head Boy or silly school rules.

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Hogwarts :: Nighttime Stroll. :: Frank x Sybill

Ripped tights showed pale teenage knees. Awkward, young, skinny, still youthful enough to seem playful, old enough to raise questions of rebellion and independence. Fifteen. What a peculiar age. Hormones running rampant, bodies changing, emotions maturing. For a fifteen year old girl, life was weird enough without the dreams. Which is why she was out here. The tower held too many questions, sleep held too many pictures. She needed the quiet. She needed the open air, or a maze of corridors. She needed something to cleanse her mind. Or at least distract. There was a gargoyle-like statue in an alcove made of stone three corridors away. Sybill had seen an older student hide a leather pouch behind it earlier today. Sybill had a talent for seeing things. Sometimes she wanted to, sometimes her eyes were lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. Sometimes things came to her and demanded to be seen, no matter how tightly she shut her eyes to them. The inky black sky was cloudy tonight. But she didn't need to see the stars to know Venus was usually close tonight. The filtered moonlight caught her dirty blonde mop of curls as she stepped closer to her goal. The leather pouch. She thought she knew what it was. She wanted to make sure. Focusing on this helped quiet what her mind was trying to show her. It was stupid, maybe, to be wandering the halls at night. But here she was. Striding along as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

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