Reggie, ever the devoted student, was trying to get away from the noise in the library. She herself never would have imagined getting so invested in what was going on, but she found the whole bit ridiculous at the moment. Perhaps it was because she had straddled both sides for so long that she saw it differently. Regardless, the war was really putting a damper onto her goals and her fun, neither of which was acceptable. She tried to keep her focus, but that was made impossible by the screaming coming from the table behind her. Turning her head, she let out an exasperated sigh, setting down her quill.Â
âSweetie, youâre preaching to the choir. Going about class as if nothingâs going on is a bit asinine, but to be frank, Iâve never been one to place much faith in either organization. Or adults, really.â Not that the teenagers were fairing much better. Lifting up her books and easily sliding in to sit next to Nina so they could carry on their conversation, Reggie glad to have someone more on level with her to talk to or once, she continued, âNone of us are safe here, yet here we remain. Youâd think after the first lockdown stint back at the start of the year, something would have at least changed if they wanted to keep us here, yet I feel as if itâs more like weâre fenced in, like lambs for the slaughter when the wolves want to show their teeth.â
Nina looked longingly through the closest window. Her choice of study place for the day was product of the bad weather. The fog was terrible out there and the rain was unforgiving. She knew it would stick from then on. No quidditch for a while. She was lost in thought again when Reggie approached her. âI donât really care, actually. I shouldnât have to hide my insatisfactions. Let them hear me.â
âWell, thatâs something we have in common, at least. I place no faith in this war whatsoever.â Lavinia sunk in her chair, giving up on her paper for the moment. âThere are better wars to fight out there. This? This is just ego.â Thatâs why she stayed out of it. Her sister never understood. Her family never understood. Maybe Reggie wouldnât understand either, but at least she provided stimulating conversation. And if that wasnât enough, a pretty face to look at. Merlin knew the pale faces didnât become these kids and, lately pale and tired were the major trends around the castle. âDonât you reckon weâre safer here after the new wards were put into place? And thatâs not all, the very essence of this place reeks of protective magic.â










