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✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — “ DUNCAN, LOOK OUT! ” Sloane couldn't help but yell as a seeker passed in front of the beater.

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✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — “ DUNCAN, LOOK OUT! ” Sloane couldn't help but yell as a seeker passed in front of the beater.
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✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — Sloane cheered wildly as the gryffindors had scored another point. “ Beat it, chumps! ” and making wild insults at the opposing team, she got yelled for poor sportsmanship, which made her team loose points.
→ @ofquaffles
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — Sloane knew the snitch was wild, but she didn't know that it would almost zip through her ring. Furrowing her brow, she kicks the golden bug away – only to discover it was actually the snitch. She tried signaling the lions' seeker, pointing vividly to the golden orb flying around.
→ @mendozarin
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — the weak wind blowing on Sloane's face, the gryffin blocked yet another w e a k attempt at shooting in her ring. though she really believed in all her teammates, Sloane couldn't help but shout at her chasers, “ move left! move left! ”
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — LIKE this for a quidditch starter with SLOANE, bonus points if it's a three - way thread!
⌞ ? ⌝
❛ how DARE you say such a thing ? ❜ the girl says in a defensive tone, allowing her arms to crossover her chest. clemency was constantly hearing CRUDE comments about the girl who haunted the first-floor girls lavatory, but she herself had spoken to the spirit on many occasions and knew the other student’s words were fallacious. ❛ MOANING MYRTLE is an exquisitesoul who is simply misunderstood. not only that, but she has her eyes and ears on this place at all times. if she finds out what you’ve said, she’ll probably visit you until DEATH due you part. ❜
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — Sloane hadn't expected the other to get so enraged over a simple comment, but after all, the lioness would do the same thing, wouldn't she? “ Myrtle is a pathetic excuse for a ghost. And M I S U N D E R S T O O D soul? I guess you haven't met the sticky end of her waterfalls, ”
⌞ RAVENCLAW ⌝
a h u g e sigh as izzy produces her wand. “ accio !! ” the notebook places itself in her waiting hand, is given a brand-new look with a tap of her wand &. given to its rightful owner. “ i don’t think you’re gonna win this fight, dear. myrtle is not empathetic in the least bit &. her life … excuse me … AFTER LIFE … is so dull that she finds amusement wherever she can. ” however, the poltergeist is far from amused by her backhand insult, her tiny face scrunching up like a toddler about to have a temper tantrum.
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — Sloane groaned. “ For MERLIN'S myrtle! Stop bloody crying! ” taking the book for izzy, inspired by her acio spell, she lifts the book high in the air with magic, and again, attempts to throw it at myrtle. “ I'm not done with her yet, ”
⌞ SAINT RENE ⌝
“I don’t th-think so…”
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — “ You don't think so. Not know so, ” Sloane didn't exactly know if there were dementors in the forest either, but simply thought the reaction Rene would give her would be hysterical.
⌞ RAVENCLAW ⌝
delaney grimaces a little at sloane’s response, a button nose scrunching and everything. “ well, i don’t know if it’s the same, but i just came from paying a visit to the plants at the greenhouse. ” she speaks with a little shrug. “ and ‘m here to say hi to moaning myrtle. ”
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — Sloane scoffed. “ that moping old git? ” she made sure her words were loud enough for Myrtle to hear, which resulted in another splash of water.
⌞ SLYTHERIN ⌝
The ghost nearly passed through the slytherin sixth year as she entered the girls’ washroom. It always made her skin crawl when the ghosts would pass through her. She avoided that specific interaction at all costs. After hearing a commotion from the connecting corridor, she was sure that the spirit had something to do with it. “Afternoon.”, she chuckled in response at the gryffindor lying on the floor covered in water. “I’m assuming you weren’t exactly expecting Myrtle.”
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — Sloane crossed her arms, looking like an enraged toddler. “ And you're so sly, ” the witch got up and tried to dry her hair, but to no use. Groaning in disgust, Sloane gave Myrtle a muggle - finger that wasn't exactly the kindest thing to do. “ What are you doing here, Mari? ”
-`, IZZY
“ i’m interrupting something … aren’t i ?? ” not longer after her question, she was doused with water just like the other. slowly, the redhead wipes the water from her eyes &. clenches her fists at her side, eyes trailing up until they see moaning myrtle cackling behind her hands. “ i was inclined to tell you it was funny the first time … but now you’re just PUSHING it, wench, ” she hisses before moving towards the other. her footsteps are clumsy &. her grip tight on the sinks to keep from slipping, but finally she reaches out a hand to the fellow witch.
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — Sloane tried to throw a stray book ( which she was sure was her notebook ) and swung it at the ghost. Unfortunately, the gryffin was a keeper, not a chaser, and the book fell in the toilet. Myrtle giggled with glee, trying to get the notebook down the toilet. “ MYRTLE! ” Sloane bellowed in rage.
-`, DANIEL
After hearing something of a commotion, Daniel rushed toward the source of the noise to investigate. When he realized the location he stopped short, standing uncertainly in front of the door to the girls’ bathroom. “Is everything alright in there?” he called out, though he wasn’t entirely sure what he’d do if something was amiss. It wasn’t as if he could go in there, after all.
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — “ Oh for Merlin's sake - ” Sloane rushed to the entrance to the girl's lavetory, and glared at the head boy. “ What are you doing here? ”
-`, LOVELY LUNA
Beulah chuckled as she saw the scene before her. Myrtle was, as always, quite annoying, but in some ways, it could be amusing. “You alright?”
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — Sloane got up on her feet, arms crossed. “ Oh, obviously no, ”
-`, SAINT RENE
Rene frowned, creating deep lines on his young face. “Th-There’s no dementors here,” he said.
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — Sloane smirked, and looking up, she put on a story - telling face. “ Oh, you don't know that. Dementors could be everywhere, maybe even in the FORBIDDEN FOREST. I wouldn't be surpsied if that was their number one vacation spot, ”
-`, DELANEY
“ uh, good afternoon. ” delaney mumbles from the entrance’s frame, hazel curiously eyeing the gryffindor on the floor, currently ignoring her need to pay a visit to moaning myrtle “ what are you doin’ here ? are you okay ? ”
✧ ˚ ⋆ 。 — Sloane rolled her eyes, getting up. “ I'm perfectly fine, and don't you have flowers that need weaving? ” the lion didn't exactly know if Delaney was one for weaving, but the ruder she was, Sloane assumed, the more people wouldn't bother her with silly questions.
Sloane couldn't help but wonder if the rumours were true... the rumors that they had an actual merperson, hiding in the girl's bathroom. And the gryffin played dearly for her curiosity. She fell backwards, splattered with water all over her face. It wasn't a merperson. It was – “ Moaning myrtle! You bloody poltergeist, ” she could hear a giggle of delight from the ghost - girl, and the footsteps of someone approaching nearby. Sloane straightened herself, simply muttering, “ good afternoon, ” and trying to get up.
-`, SAINT RENE
“Wh–What do you think is wrong with these butterflies? Do you reckon they’re alright?”
“ Probably were played with experimentally, ” Sloane said distractedly, her quill whizzing down her parchment. “ Or it got caught by a dementor, ” she said the words with no care, not seeing how they did matter.