#houseofopen

[delightfuldelta]

{Owlery}

Delta’s heart was still beating like a hummingbird’s, but she had managed to calm her breathing from the long trek up to the owlery. She had been waiting for this news. She could barely sleep, let alone wait for breakfast time for the school’s screech owl to drop off the news. But her flittering heart was not due to the stairs any longer rather than the bad news the letter held. He dad was right--apparation lessons were too risky, it’d be dangerous if someone splinched and bled right in front of her. Plus, think of the bright side! All the money saved meant new school robes, or maybe a father daughter trip to Diagon Alley! Still, Delta’s stomach had sunk to the floor and she was blinking back tears. She had just wanted to learn how to apparate with the rest of her class. Delta didn’t hear anyone climbing the steps to the owlery, but she wiped her eyes quickly when the owls around her flapped as warning of a new visitor.

[purely-evangeline]

The cracks in the facade were becoming more visible by the day. Not that anyone possibly cared as much as Evangeline did. They just cared that she was losing it, and they were winning. Evangeline had come to the conclusion she was destined to play the bad guy no matter how much suffering that brought upon her. She’d played her role well up until this point, and she’d continue to play it. In an effort to do this she had quit tutoring younger years and announced her resignation as first chair from the orchestra. She’d quit quidditch too if she hadn’t loved playing so much. As for being a prefect... the way things were going there was no point in resigning. Having so much free time felt so strange, and even though it left her with more time to sleep she still felt exhausted while doing prefect rounds. Spotting a whip of robes rounding a corner Evangeline gave a tired sigh rather than her usual sick grin of anticipation, “You’re going to need a hall pass if you’re going to be out of common room after curfew.” she announced as she rounded the corner, her arms crossing, eyebrow raising. 

[sondermink]

{Bonfire Love}

"Hello! Do you have a date for the valentine's day bonfire? Only I'm handing out a survey for people to fill in, and I'm going to match people up based on their answers! It's just a bit of fun, like a blind date, except you probably know them! Are you interested?"

[the-hobgoblins]

{Trophy Room: Detention}

Maeko trudged into the Trophy Room just after dinner and scanned the vicinity with her eyes; it was empty, save for the myriad of bright metal trophies and plaques adorning the walls and glass display cases. Well, this ought to be dull, she thought as she made her way inside, only to stumble backwards again when she encountered an invisible barrier, as if she'd been physically shoved. "Wand in the box please, Ms. Burke," came a haughty voice from the wall facing her. Maeko looked up to find the portrait of Brutus Scrimgeour regarding her with disdain. "You'll be scrubbing and polishing without magic. You know the rules."

"With pleasure," she replied, rolling her eyes and gingerly rubbing her bruised backside. Staring pointedly at the portrait, Maeko dropped her wand into a small wooden box atop a rusty old side table bearing the telling label "wands." She glanced down, noticing for the first time the faint iridescent blue of a line that cut across the floor and, now wandless, she stepped over it with ease. She picked up a crusty looking sponge and was making her way to a series of plaques on the far wall when she heard someone else enter the room. Maeko turned, greeting the familiar face with a wry smirk. "What are you in for?" she asked with eyebrows raised, before adding casually, "Watch out for the Detection Line."

[gxollivander]

“You there. Got a quill and an inkwell somewhere on you? I’ve got a lot of runes to translate and just a pinch of time.” Grayson ran his hand through his hair, crooked smile spreading across his face, though not far enough to reach pale eyes. “God, I could marry Babbling - our wedding vows would be conspiracy theories about the Ministry recited in tandem in the middle of the streets of London. No idea why I keep skipping her class. 

Anyway, quill? Ink? I have a feeling her favorite color would be red.”

[ariel-kim-blog]

It was only Ariel’s luck that in the midst of a large storm she would be stuck holding a broken umbrella. She quickly ran herself inside, completely and utterly soaking wet. She tossed down the broken umbrella to show it a lesson. How dare it break on her, the stupid thing. She peered up noticing someone looking over at her. With a little wave, she gestured to where she came from. “It-it’s really rainy outside,” she tried to explain.

[sondermink]

"Oh my gosh, is that your cat? Can I pet it?" He had to physically put his hands firmly on his cheeks to stop himself just reaching out and touching the cat. He was trying to learn about boundaries. Also, cats were the kind of creatures that could sometimes be scared off by his loud and excitable nature. "I love cats! I'm not sure they really love me!"

[loxley-blair-lockhart]

•Truancy•

He stuck with either Jeremy or Tyler as much as he could, and the classes he didn't share with either one were skipped. He didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing really mattered as long as he had either one of them, because as long as he did, he didn't have to answer any questions. Loxley hadn't told anyone in the administration that he wasn't talking. It was such a total fuck around the first time, he just didn't want to put anyone out. Especially now McGonagall was gone, and she'd been such a huge advocate for him. - But Loxley didn't share all of their classes, and he didn't want either of them to skip. Potions. He'd dropped the class at the beginning of seventh year after rather optimistically signing up in the first place. He realised two weeks in that he definitely couldn't handle the fire heated cauldrons anymore. He sat, huddled outside the classroom, his head buried in a book on semi-sentient plants, though he did look up mournfully at the questioning student. He simply shrugged and hoped it was a good enough answer. He didn't feel like explaining that he couldn't talk, so he decided to simply act like the sullen bastard he'd always been.