Jul 12, 2017
“This sounds awfully a lot like someone is trying to mess with us,” Albus said with a frown, eyeing the presumed party with distrust, “Really? A party in the forbidden forest?”
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“This sounds awfully a lot like someone is trying to mess with us,” Albus said with a frown, eyeing the presumed party with distrust, “Really? A party in the forbidden forest?”
She’s tapping her quill against the desk, there’s two days until the full moon and she can feel it. Valerie struggles to sit still this close to the night, anxiety thrums through her veins. It’s been seven years, but the thought of shifting still terrifies her. She’s totally absorbed absorbed in the book in front of her, thin legs folded up underneath her, she doesn’t notice the person take a seat across from her.
“And why do you think it’s a good idea to sit next to me?” He’d been irritable and snappish all day, brooding over both the X notes and Alfie’s latest bout of assholery and the corner of the library he usually escaped to had offered refuge. Well, it had, until someone decided there was an open invitation to annoy him with their company.
“So,” He drawls, turning to look at the person sitting next to him, “Did you get an invite to this…shindig, or did you just hear about it on the grapevine? I’ve heard a couple of different stories from people tonight.“
“I hate Quidditch. I don’t even know why I’m here,” Jia huffed lightly as she took her seat in the stands.
Waking up with a hangover was never a nice feeling. Dominique was pretty used to it by now, but it didn’t mean she liked it. With a yawn, she slipped out of bed, and quietly headed down to the kitchens. It was nearing lunch time, but since it was a Sunday, the halls were pretty empty. The elves quickly gave her a huge plate of delicious eggs and bacon, and just as she was about to get stuck in, the kitchen door opened, and someone walked in.
“Have you seen my cat? Grey, white feet, pretty fat, answers to the name Socks?” her cat kept getting out of the common room and she was getting pretty annoyed by it, “I can’t seem to get him to stay in the common room.”
‘‘Okay, but... Why are we whispering?’‘