#c andromeda

[emmavhq]

Hand gripped the others arm, after running across the road. “He flew in the window of the joke shop. Let’s go.”

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[beatricce]

“If you continue to move this will not work.” The paint smeared on her hand and Beatrice emitted a small sigh. The oils were so much harder to work than the water colors. This wasn’t right, she didn’t feel in this time. “You likely will photograph better. Paintings are too many moments, photographs are one. And I do not like these colors.”

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[old-mckmarl]

I’d tell you what I’m holding behind my back, but I don’t think you actually want to know. Might blow your mind too much.” Also apparently, Aurors should not be in detention. @andrcmedcs​

[emmavhq]

“The floor outside the door it wet.” Emma exclaimed as she entered the common room. “You could float a duck in there. An actual puddle, it is. I made a leap over it and genuinely I’m impressed. Of course, I could have cleaned it up, but I want to see if any first years try it first. Do you want to watch?”

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[lovencharity]

St.  Mungo’s  had  an  odd  familiarity  to  it.  Anytime  she  turned  a  corner  she  expected  to  see  her  own  mother  standing  there,  in  her  nurse’s  uniform  pushing  along  some  child  who  was  at  least  smiling.  It  was  not  that  different  here  among  the  healers  and  mediwix.  The  smell  was  still  somehow  clinical,  clean  and  sterilized  the  way  her  mother’s  floor  had  been.  In  those  small  things  Charity  took  comfort  since  confining  herself  to  the  waiting  room  of  the  hospital.  It  was  on  her  own  request  that  she  accompany  the  student  to  the  London  hospital.  Quidditch  accidents  were  often  nasty,  but  something  about  this  had  seemed  malicious.  And  if  the  offender  wasn’t  so  well  protected  then  she’d  be  advocating  for  expulsion.  It  seemed  that  not  much  had  changed  in  the  near  seven  years  since  she  was  last  on  the  other  end  of  the  classroom.  

It  seemed  that  so  little  had  changed  that  on  that  student’s  chart,  she  recognized  the  name  of  the  Healer  assigned  to  the  case.  She  took  the  papers  under  her  arm  and  waited  for  an  unseen  moment  to  escape  down  the  blueish-white  hall  to  ward  thirty  seven.  The  student’s  parents  hadn’t  arrived  yet,  she  remembered  what  it  was  like  to  get  her  own  muggle  mother  into  these  places.  Maybe  that’s  why  it  was  important  that  she  had  stayed  here  instead  of  returning  to  Hogwarts.  

“Is  there  an  administrator  I  can  speak  to?”  She  asked  to  the  dark  haired  figure  standing  before  the  cot,  but  her  eyes  hardened  a  little  bit  when  Andromeda  Black  turned  around.  “Have  the  parents  arrived  yet?  Or  do  you  still  need  to  look  at  their  chart.”  She  referred  to  the  groaning  child,  something  shadowy  among  their  injuries.  Remaining  calm  and  even  was  important  to  her,  even  if  she  felt  herself  slightly  hotter  inside  than  usual.  “I’m  responsible  for  them  till  then.” @drcmeda​

[charityfaithfull]

“I’ve got just a few lines left, you can take it.” Charity nodded from her seat in the library, looking up to the fellow sixth year. She pushed the book in her direction, before glancing back down to her essay. “I’ll be honest, I think the notes I took from what Flitwick said are better than in the book. I only used chapter four. I can’t believe I had to hunt it down for just that.”

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