Ravenclaw

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Mouth of a Sailor || Alex & Lysander

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“Don’t forget to be sure of yourself. Speak from your stomach and straighten your shoulders.” Lysander accentuated his words with his hands and own posture. He offered her a reassuring smile, hoping it would encourage her in the process. 

“You can do this, Alex, I know you can.” He said with genuine enthusiasm. “Just remember to think happy thoughts, strong happy thoughts that can shoot out of your wand. Take your time and when you find it, hold onto that thought and say the incantation loud and clear.” He stepped aside to give the wee one some space to think and prepare herself. It was a tricky spell, he was willing to stay until she at least had a good start on it. 

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She thought of the owlry and of the animals she had befriended. Shoulders straight... From the stomach... “Expec... Expecto...” Deep breath, Alex. “Expecto P-patronum.”

Nothing. She thought of the day her letter to Hogwarts came. Nothing. The first Christmas feast. Nothing. The Halloween party. Nothing.

“I can’t do it!” she screamed. “Face it, I’m a lousy witch. I can’t do anything right. I try and try and I just... can’t okay?!” She turned to face Lysander, shaking with rage at her incompetence. Her voice lowered so that it was barely audible. “I just... I can’t.” 

“I’m sorry, you don’t want to hear this. I... I should have put a silencing charm on the door.”

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The Piano Thingy Thing || Alex & Soup

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If anything Scorpius was a little glad that Alex didn’t remember their encounter. He could just pretend like she hadn’t sat on his lap, flirted with him and almost tried to kiss him. When he got to the seventh floor, the sign of a door in the wall meant that Alex was already there.

Stepping inside he had to pause. The room that had been created for them was beautiful; almost comparable to the grand music room at the Malfoy Manor he noticed with some sadness. But Alex was there so he tried for a smile regardless. “Hey Alex,” he greeted. His feet brought him to the piano and his fingers glided over the keys to tap out an easy C-major scale.

“So you really don’t remember what the piano thing is?” he asked in amusement. “We did talk about going to the Music Room, but they only have an upright piano there. I prefer a grand piano. It’s what I learned on.”

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“H-hi,” she managed to stammer out. Alex was momentarily stunned by the sight in front of her. Scorpius looked... She couldn’t really find words. He just looked like he belonged here. In this room. With the elaborate walls and lavish furnishings, the way he looked so at home with the piano... it was remarkable, really.

She quickly realized she was being addressed and quietly cleared her throat. “According to Lorie, I was pretty far gone. I don’t remember much, but I apparently didn’t do anything too bad. I don’t remember anything about a piano though.” she flashed a smile his way. Something was off about him. She wouldn’t have noticed anything had she not been paying such keen attention, but he almost looked a little down. She decided not to bring it up, at least not now. “You play, then?”

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The Piano Thingy Thing || Alex & Soup

Alex practically skipped on her way to the Room of Requirement, eager to meet her new friend. While the events of the other night were still foggy, Lorie had managed to catch her up to speed on most things. As far as she new, she hadn’t done anything she’d regret necessarily. Except maybe prancing around in her underwear.

She briefly wondered what “the piano thing” entailed. Her mind automatically went straight to the gutter... and she wondered how a piano would be involved in all that. The whole idea itself was nonsense, Scorpius was too much a gentleman for that sort of thing. Perhaps she had requested a concerto of some sort? But why would he entertain her with a private concert?

Bloody hell, what sort of thing did they need a piano for?!?

Regardless, when she arrived at the “secret” location, she did as instructed. When she stepped inside, she stood in awe at the grand piano the room had provided for them. It was beautiful. She briefly slid her hand across the ivory keys before sitting on one of the room’s exquisite couches and awaiting her guest.

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What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it? | Soup & Alex

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“No, but because of it I get associated with the food more than I’d like.” It amused Scorpius, more than anything. At first he found the nickname odd, but it had grown on him. “You can call me ‘Soup’ if you want. It’s easier to say than Scorpius, just like Alex is easier to say than Alexzandra.”

The house elves seemed eager for them to sit so Scorpius did so, noticing that already the elves were hurrying off to prepare the food they said they felt like. It felt a little odd, being waited on by them. It reminded him of his childhood in a somewhat uncomfortable way.

“The nickname came from somewhere in the Wood family. Even I’m not sure of the exact origin. First time I was called ‘Soup’, it was at the start of a letter owlled to me. ‘Scorpius’ is admittedly a hard name to spell. People like to add extra vowels. At least it’s not my middle name. My middle name is so obscure you could never guess it.”

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Alex couldn’t hep but chuckle at the nickname. “Okay... Soup,” she giggled and blushed and hid her face in her hands.

Once she had composed herself enough to look at him again, a twinkle of devilish determination made itself known. “I’ll take that as a challenge.” At any rate, she was sure they would be spending plenty more time together. At least now their run-ins would be more than just awkward hellos.

She looked at the handsome face of her new found friend and sighed. “Thanks for this, Scorpius. It was nice.”

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Dirty Little Secret? || Alex & Lorie

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“Oh well you did drink a lot,” Lorie shrugged. She had been aware of that, which was part of why she didn’t let anything between them progress beyond kissing. Alex had been too far gone to make that decision for herself. “You drank, ate cake, drank more, danced with Scorpius - that was fun to watch,” she remarked. She’d been one of their spectators.

“Then I did see you on his lap for a bit, then I went away for a while and next time I saw you there was a giant bucket in the middle of the Gryffindor common room turned into a swimming pool. Then you danced with that exchange student who is in Ravenclaw with us and is really pretty and has a lovely accent. I didn’t see the bit where you took your clothes off, but that happened. I did see you kissing the pretty exchange-student girl. But she abandoned you so I gave you kisses instead and we made out and then decided to get some privacy in here. Done.”

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“Oh my god,” Alex mumbled into her pillow. She had been told before that she was that girl when she drank, but had never stripped in the middle of a party. At least, not to her knowledge. “Oh...my... god...”

A swimming pool bucket? Honestly, what went on at that party? And she even kissed Zanna, and couldn’t remember any of it! She knew it wasn’t the first time she had kissed someone when drunk, but those were the only times she had ever been kissed. And she didn’t remember any of them. She even kissed Lorie, for crying out lound, and-

She sat up suddenly. “Oh my god,” she breathed. “Oh my god,” a little louder this time. “Oh my god, Min!! Oh, ze’s going to kill us. Ze’s going to kill me!! Shit shit shit!!” She threw her head in her hands and before she knew it, she was crying. Alex didn’t want to ruin the friendship that the three of them shared. She couldn’t believe she had gone behind Min’s back like that, even if she was drunk.

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*is still very much hungover*

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My bad. || Alex & Gray

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Grayson turned around and shushed Alex as best as he could, giving her an almost pleading look with his eyes. “We’re trying to be inconspicuous, Alex, and you’re making that very hard to do,” he hissed through a faux smile - it wouldn’t do for them to be spotted because one very small person put an obvious shushing finger against his lips to quiet another very small person. “Please just trust me?” he asked, his smile more real this time, trying to sound a little reassuring.

He sensed Alex was getting impatient, so he figured he ought to get to the point. “I use this passageway all the time to get from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade. It helps that the school doesn’t get tips of students wandering wayward in the interim,” he explained, ducking to lift the floorboard and motioning Alex inside.

Once he dropped himself inside, he pulled the top secure and clambered down the steps on light feet. Feeling very pleased with himself, he used lumos and grinned smugly at his friend. “This leads us to the hump-backed witch on the third floor,” he supplied helpfully.

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After a rather stressful trip, they finally arrived back at the castle. “Wow...” Alex sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier? This would be so helpful! Now we can go on Hogsmeade trips together and-” she stopped herself before she started rambling.

“Anyways, I don’t know about you, but I’m eager to change.” Despite how much of an effort they had made to stay out of the rain, it had somehow found its way to her, clinging to her clothes and skin. Her socks were especially bothersome. Nobody likes wet socks.

“To Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor?”

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What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it? | Soup & Alex

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“Slytherin’s a good team. We’ll see,” Scorpius said. The thought of losing was more than a little anxiety-provoking, but he pushed that down and replaced it with a playful smirk at their banter.

He noticed that Alex had at least avoided the ‘I’m fine’ response that had fallen from his lips plenty of times, but it left him hesitant about dressing her admission. They simply weren’t close enough to that kind of intimate discussion, and he assumed that Alex had better friends to talk about her moods with so he made the decision to not bring it up again.

Entering the kitchens was always a wonderful experience. He always had to breath in all the amazing smells. “It looks like they’re doing a pumpkin soup day,” he remarked to Alex. “My friends always tease me when drinking soup. I feel like something more filling before practice anyway. Something like beef sandwiches. What do you feel like eating?”

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Alex was somewhat glad he didn’t press the matter further, not quite willing to discuss matters further. These mood swings... Nah. They were probably just a part of normal teenage angst. Nothing to be worried about.

“Is that where you get your nickname?” she teased. She had heard several people calling him Soup before, and always wondered where such an odd moniker came from. She didn’t really have a nickname. Unless Alex counts as a nickname. It’s shorter than Alexzandra, so that has to count as something, right?

“Sandwiches are fine by me. Tea?” A warm cup could help calm her worries over the whole mood thing. Come to think of it, pumpkin spice sounded pretty tasty right about now.

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Dirty Little Secret? || Alex & Lorie

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Lorie smiled just the little bit adoringly at Alex’s resistance to wakefulness. She was having trouble keeping her eyes from drifting back closed herself, but at least she wasn’t hungover. Finally, at Alex’s groan about her stomach, she decided to get up least she get vomited upon. She sat up, stretching out her arms then fixing her clothing that had twisted in the night.

“Where’s my wand?” she asked absently, not expecting an answer. Instead she found Alex’s wand. It didn’t feel as easy to use as her own wand, but it was enough for her to summon a pretty little bowl of white plastic and set it beside the pillow. “There, if you feel like throwing up, do it in that.” She leaned over and kissed Alex’s forehead because she was just too cute.

A summoning charm had her own wand flying into her hand from under the bed, which meant she could give back the other. “I’m here because I fell asleep here,” she explained as if that had been in doubt. Another yawn and she had at least woken up enough to address her morning routine. “Do you remember last night?”

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“Thanks Lorie,” she mumbled. She tried to sit up, but ultimately did not want to move. At all. She settled herself back into her little nest of blankets, and resolved to at least wait for the nausea to pass before trying to get up and go to class. The little kiss Lorie gave her made her blush and smile into her blanket. The thought never crossed her mind that the kiss was anything more than friendly, although...

“I don’t remember last night.” she muttered, and furrowed her brow. “I don’t remember last night.” She repeated, looking to Lorie for help jogging her memory. She reminded herself again that it couldn’t be too bad. Maybe nothing between them had happened at all. But she just couldn’t bear the thought of hurting Min like that, drunk or sober. “Did we... Did we do anything? Together? Last night?”

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Hunger Pains || Alex & Ri

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“I imagine not,” she said sympathetically.  Ri herself wasn’t particularly graceful, but her clumsiness usually didn’t end her up in the hospital wing.  She just occasionally dropped things.  “Maybe you shouldn’t try to beat the moving staircases next time, though,” she added a little teasingly. 

Ri allowed Alex to keep holding her hand, stroking her thumb over the back her knuckles soothingly.  “Has the pain potion kicked in yet?  I can help you back to your dorm if it has,” she added.  She wasn’t sure how long Alex wanted her to stay, but she was more than happy to help her get around, at least for a little while.

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“I tried to beat the moving staircases, but they didn’t feel like playing nice today,” she joked. “This is what racing against the staircases gets you,” she added with a little chuckle. This wasn’t her worst bang up. Well, maybe it was. She had been told before that a sprain was worse than a break, and now she understood why. Madam Abbott could mend broken bones in a heart beat, but just like in the muggle world, you were kind of stuck with a sprain.

With the pain dulled down, she felt confident enough get back up to her dorm. However, thinking about it made her wish she had been sorted into Hufflepuff or Slytherin. The Ravenclaw common room was located in the tallest tower in Hogwarts, so this should be fun.

Nevertheless, she gave Ri a curtly nod and let her help her back onto her good foot, grateful for the crutches, but regretting not being more stable on a broom.

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Hunger Pains || Alex & Ri

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“You doing okay?” Ri asked when Madam Abbott took her leave.  Alex had stopped crying, but she still looked pretty distressed.  She squeezed Alex’s hand a bit, trying to show support even if she didn’t know the other girl all that well.  Sprained ankles weren’t a fun ordeal, that was for sure.

“Do you need anything?  Water?”  Crying so much had probably left Alex a bit dehydrated and Ri couldn’t help her mothering instinct that came up when people around her were hurt.  “I mean, unless you want me to go.  I know some people are weird about being crowded when they get hurt and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything -”   She cut herself off before she could ramble too much.  

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“W-water would be nice...” Alex mumbled. She felt a little bad keeping Ri from classes, but the needy child in her won out the argument. Ri was such a doting motherly figure. Alex couldn’t help but just collapse into her, letting her take care of everything.

She placed her hand back into the other girl’s and tried to make some conversation. After all, they didn’t know each other all that well. “I get hurt a lot. It’s not fun.” Well, that was obviously a good ice breaker. But she couldn’t think of much else to say. The swelling in her ankle had gone down, but the pain was still present, albeit much subtler than before.

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Mouth of a Sailor || Alex & Lysander

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“A patronus you say?” Lysander nodded and pulled his wand from it’s place holding his hair. He was able to cast a full patronus in his fifth year. It was a point of pride for him. The whole year he worked hard with Lorie and his mum to get it down right. He was excited to be able to pass some of that found knowledge onto someone else. 

“I can definitely help you with that.” Lysander collected his thoughts and moved his wand. “Expecto Patronum.” A translucent bat is formed from the light coming out of his wand, it flaps around the room a bit before disintegrating. “First things first, no more cursing, you have to collect your happy thoughts. It doesn’t work if you’re angry.” He nodded in confirmation. 

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“I-I don’t-” Alex stopped herself before she could finish the sentence. The fact of the matter was, she did need help. “Umm... Okay.”

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. It doesn’t work if you’re angry... She tried to focus on the task at hand, completely clearing her mind. Happy thoughts, he said. Think happy thoughts.

Try as she might, she couldn’t come up with much. She thought of Care of Magical Creatures, the time when Professor Weasley showed them unicorns. 

“Expecto Patronum.” she mumbled. It came out sounding more like a question, and of course, produced no results.

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Hunger Pains || Alex & Ri

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“Yeah, of course,” Ri said, giving Alex a little squeeze in comfort.  She knew that even though Alex’s ankle probably wasn’t a major injury, the hospital wing could still be a little scary.  It was always nice to have someone along for emotional support.

“It’ll totally be fine.  Madam Abbott is so nice and does a really good job.  You probably won’t even feel a thing when she fixes you up,” Ri said, trying to make Alex feel a little better.  She sensed a bit of anxiety coming from the other girl and just wanted to make sure she was okay.

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Madam Abbott was out in minutes, but it seemed like an eternity for poor Alex. It didn’t take long for determine the problem. She had managed to twist her ankle just right and caused a third degree sprain. Madam Abbott cast a cooling spell to help with the swelling, but that was all she could do. She wrapped Alex up and gave her something for pain, but not much could be done for a sprain. She made sure to let Alex know she could stay as long as she needed to get her bearings, propped some crutches up by her bed, and told her to come back in about a week to check on it.

Alex leaned back on the warm bed and propped her ankle on a pillow. She was all cried out by now, but it still hurt. This was not going to be fun.

She gave a little sniffle and turned to Ri. She couldn’t get any words out right now, but Merlin, she needed a hug. It hurt.

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