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[likeateatray-inthesky]

Malinda looked up from where she lounged with an arched brow at the person that was standing near her. “Do you really need to be doing that so close to me? It’s incredibly annoying,” she deadpanned, dropping her pen onto her notebook on the bench. Her patience was thin lately, and they weren’t helping the situation at all. 

[the-oldest-omalley]

“Yeah he doesn’t seem to be really feeling too well... I hope he’s ok.” 

[ticktock-hook-blog]

Standing in an undershirt and boxers, James tried to not shiver visibly in the winter chill of the drafty hallway. “Oh I bet you find this hilarious,” he called out to no one in particular.

[xx-felicity-blog]

“Is it too early to start baking Christmas cookies? I mean.. I understand we have two holidays to go, but I need to practice.” Chewing on her lip she looked up and gave the fellow beside her a smile. “You can be the taste tester? Maybe?” 

[randall-c-boggs]

Randall could hear shouting not too far off, and he headed toward the sound, a frown pulling at his lips. He couldn’t understand what they were yelling about though and looked at the person standing not far from him. “Do you know what this is all about?”

[mersoldsoul]

“Hey! Do that again, and I won’t just take away house points, you’ll get detention!” Mer glared up at the troublemaker with her hands on her hips. 

[fifibabette]

As Fiona wandered the streets of Hogsmeade, she wasn’t really paying any attention to the faces that passed her. Before, she’d engage in conversation with anyone, but now, she barely gave people nods and polite smiles. She was crashing on Chad’s couch again, thankful she had somewhere to sleep that wasn’t at home and in Ethelbert’s bed. Chad wasn’t much better, but at least he didn’t try anything funny after the first time. If anything, he’d grown protective over her, something she was very thankful for. 

She headed inside as the weather started to turn colder, rain-filled clouds looming in the off in the distance, and made her way through the aisles slowly, not really paying much attention to what it was she was near, but pretending to be interested in an attempt to seem normal and less like she was stuck in her own head. She didn’t even notice the person nearest to her until they spoke, and she looked at them with a blank expression. “I’m sorry, what?”

[adventures-and-thimbles-blog]

Tutoring Available | Open Starter

Wendy took a deep breath as she stared at the Hogsmeade notice board, clutching her notice to her chest. She missed Hogwarts. Of course the summer had been wonderful, and of course she loved the kids, and of course it was great to have time to work on her book. But, Wendy was a Ravenclaw. Sure, most of her affinity for her house came from her creativity, but she still valued learning immensely. And that part of her was starving. She’d managed to keep it up with reading a few books, yes, but her dilemma had caused something to occur to her: she was good at school. Not that she hadn’t known that before - that wasn’t the important part of the realization. The important part was that she could help students who needed it.

But she was nervous. She was beginning to feel like it was a key fixture of her being. Being in close contact with more people meant risking exposing her secret. Of course, part of her thought that might be a juvenile secret to keep - she was out of school, and really all she did now was work at the orphanage. Perhaps it was time to give it up. But then, maybe it wasn’t the best secret, but it was still hers. And a glorified maid at an orphanage wasn’t how she wanted to be seen. 

Wendy braced herself, then posted her notice to the board:

Need help with  your studies? 

Tutoring available for most courses, will work with your schedule.

Possible scholarships.

Really all that meant was that she’d help anyone who said they couldn’t afford a tutor for free. True, she wanted (and needed) to save up the money. But, while Wendy was practically minded, she wasn’t that way when it came to considering what others needed.

Wendy was reading over the bottom, where information about where to send an owl was, to be sure it was right (it was, she’d already read over it thrice before leaving the orphanage) when she heard the voice of someone she hadn’t noticed till then speak up.