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{Great Hall - Lockdown}
@loxley-blair
The normally exuberant girl who all but sulks into the Great Hall with the rest of the Ravenclaws is barely recognizable as Piper Oliver. She's been wearing the same faded Weird Sisters sweatshirt since Saturday, three sizes too big, that swallows her alive. A crown of dusty blonde peeks out at the roots of her lusterless lavender hair that she hasn't bothered to fix. She yawns, rubbing at her puffy, sunken eyes; she's been having odd dreams--not quite nightmares, but not quite anything else, either--that have her waking up sweating and disoriented; dreams where Piper is squishing ants underneath heavy boots, watching delicate objects fall from rooftops just to shatter on unyielding rocks below. These violent delights have violent ends. She assumes it's the potions she was given in the Hospital Wing, meant to make her relax. Merlin, Piper has grown to hate potions.
She takes a seat at the farthest end of the Ravenclaw table and immediately puts big clunky headphones over her ears. She closes her eyes, blocking out everything except the heavy percussion and the sharp, wail-like singing of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Off off off with your head / Dance dance dance 'til you're dead. She tries to hum along but no sound comes out, none at all--in fact, Piper hasn't been able to utter a single sound for days. Not since...
Piper feels a hand at her back and nearly jumps out of her skin. She whips around in a panic, but her defensiveness crumbles the second she recognizes Loxley. She slides the headphones down around her neck and leaps up, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face against him. Unwittingly--before a word has even been said (not that she can say a word)--tears of stress are already spilling out before Piper can stop them, dampening the fabric of Loxley's shirt.