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[archiveevan]

Cigarette perched between his lips, his jaw tightened with disdain at the shrill shrieks of first years enjoying themselves in the courtyard. “Merde.. ferme la gueule-” The raven haired uttered under his breath as he took a long drag from his cigarette; tilting his head back slightly only to let the smoke curl off his lips . He’d been quite content by himself not having to deal with the stupidity of others when he heard the foot steps of someone approaching. He wanted to shout at them to simply; fuck off and leave him be. But he bit his tongue. Instead interrupting them before they had a chance to even breathe a word out: “If what is about to come out of your mouth is idiotic please spare me the bullshit. You can either have a cigarette and sit your ass down, or kindly fuck off.”

[archivecassie]

Cassie had perched herself on an empty table in the hall, her note book spread across the space with notes, clipping from newspapers - both muggle and magic -, photographs, anything and everything she could get her little hands on. To most it would probably look a little chaotic, but to Cassie it was all inspiration and every piece treasured. She’d hoped the great hall would have been a fun change of location from the common room, why not mix it up? She knew why. Because as much as she was trying to write, she could feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of her skull. To the point she couldn’t take it much longer and whirled around speaking bluntly: “Ya know if you’re gunna sit there gawking, you might as well take a photo it’ll last longer. If you’ve got something to say, spit it out already. So?” 

[s-s-snape]

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Severus was late. It wasn’t like him to absent-mindedly lose track of time, but these days it didn’t take much for him to get lost in his thoughts. It was breakfast in the great hall, and he had been drifting whilst reading some drivel in the daily prophet. To him, it had only been a moment since his friends, if you could call them that, were sat around him discussing their hatred of mudbloods over a slice of toast, which as always had made him uncomfortable. If the conversation ever turned to his opinions, he would merely nod or murmur in agreement, which was usually enough of a response for them. 

Looking sleepily over to the timepiece on his wrist, Severus slammed his newspaper down. Transfiguration. Flustered, he checked his robe for his wand and hurried along the corridor, paying no attention to the figure he was about to collide with. 

[marlene-mxkinnon]

When: September 5, 1976 Where: Great Hall Who: Marlene & OPEN

“Hey lovey, having a good time?” She plopped down on the bench next to them, her head already light from the couple of drinks that started in the common room. Marlene’s lips refused to stop grinning, tongue refused to stop rolling laugh after laugh; the vibrant vigour from her friends was fuelling her spirit, and the wonderful ringing of happiness echoed throughout the Great Hall. 

“S’not really a party if you’re not drinkin’, y’know.” She pointed out, tipping her own drink into her mouth. “And when I say drinkin, I mean real bloody drinkin, aye?” She pulled a flask from her robes, grinning wickedly as she motioned to their empty cup. “A little bit of this in your pumpkin juice- beauty.” 

[archivelottie]

Her week in the hospital had gone by in what felt like a blur. It had mostly revolved around sleep and the occasional visit from friends. Exhaustion had been an understatement of how she felt after being stunned. Granted she still felt she was a little lacking even now, but it was her last year and apart from the occasional dizzy spell; she felt fine and was adamant on getting out of the hospital as quickly as possible.

She’d been released that morning and granted it was a little overwhelming. Though she was grateful for everyone’s concern of asking how she was, there was a part of her that genuinely wanted to forget that it ever happened to begin with. While she might have gone to the music room to play the piano, the herbology or astronomy tower to find some sanction; after being cooped up in the wing for just over a week Lottie couldn’t think of anything better than spending an hour or two in the air. With the wind streaming across her face and feeling the rush of adrenaline that came while flying it was just the thing she hoped would make her feel a little less fragile. And of course with the upcoming quidditch game, she definitely needed a little practice. Lottie had paused to braid her hair back so it didn’t get caught in her face while flying when she heard someone behind her approaching. “Though I really do appreciate the concern, if you have come to try and talk me out of flying, I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen. Though you’re welcome to join me?” The blonde spoke before turning around to see who was there.

[mol-prewett]

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Molly had long ago found what she deemed the perfect spot to study outside. The tree offered a comfortable back rest or ample shade to lay on a blanket. Today, she'd gone outside to work on Transfiguration because she knew the weather was changing and she wanted to soak up as much as she could.

She had grown bored turning the teacup back and forth between a cup and a rat so now she had quite the most beautiful iguana rather than a croaking toad. His colora might be a little unnatural but it didn't seem to hurt him. "I think perhaps I shall just keep you like this." She cooed softly to the creature on her arm. "Do you think perhaps it sort of fits into the pet guidelines?" She speculated out loud as someone's shadow appeared on her blanket pulling her attention.

[sevs-snapes]

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Severus tickled his chin with his quill, lost in thought.  He was supposed to be studying, but he had instead pulled out his journal when he arrived in the library. Ever since he had discovered Remus’ lycanthropic secret last year, he had experienced overwhelming feelings of dread and anxiety.  Lately, his mind had seemed waterlogged with emotions-- finding answers to his professor’s questions was like wading through a flooded dungeon.  

The leather bound book he wrote in had been a gift from his mother at the beginning of the summer holiday, and it was easily one of the nicest things he owned. Developing a coded language to write in had taken him the first few weeks of summer, but he was quite proud of what appeared to be gibberish.  The last thing he needed was someone like his father or the Mauraders to pick it up and use the contents for ammunition.  All the same, he jumped and snapped the book shut when another student sat across from him at his study table.  

[archivejackson]

“Aye..what a great idea.” The male spoke sarcastically, with a light sigh passing off his lips as he paused to drag a hand through his tousled raven haired. He didn’t always used to be this pessimistic, but Jackson had always been a realist and if anything over the years it had only developed. Shaking his head lightly as he turned his eyes back to the transfiguration book in his lap the male paused before he spoke, Scottish accent layered over his muttered words: "Cause really when have any of yer ideas ever gone wrong.”