Oh! Hello.
You haven’t seen a couple of Slytherins about — I don’t know, yea high and giggling furiously, have you? I feel like I’ve been chasing after them for ages; they keep managing to wriggle right out of my grasp.
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Oh! Hello.
You haven’t seen a couple of Slytherins about — I don’t know, yea high and giggling furiously, have you? I feel like I’ve been chasing after them for ages; they keep managing to wriggle right out of my grasp.
“It wasn’t me I swear!” Sol ran away from someone’s well placed prank that was currently releasing sparks and a very nasty smell she needed to urgently get away from.
“I’m fine. Just trying to study. Mum was getting worried about my grades.” Jeremy had been letting stuff slide recently but he was trying to do something to get his life back in check.
“Bloody hell!” Will exclaimed in pain as he pulled his arm out of the cabinet. He just needed some ingredients to practice a potion.
“You know, I’m not entily sure you know what it is that you’re holding.” Katie raised an eyebrow at the pack the person was holding up. She’d left it in the Charms, and the enclosed panic in her chest when she got to Transfiguration had her moving quickly through the halls to get it back. She missed the weight of the pouch that was a constant at her hip, leather that strapped to her belt, with a collapsible cauldron, vials, a basic kit for basic potioneering on the fly and a notebook to keep track of what she did, made, improvements and ideas. “Mind giving it back, I sorta need it.”
{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.
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.
Paxton glanced guiltily at his peer, whose nose was buried in a potions book. They were busily muttering the recipe under their breath, clearly preoccupied. Paxton cleared his throat, pointing at their concoction. He tried to look as innocent as possible. “Er, so, was I s'pposed to stir the alihotsy leaves clockwise or counterclockwise?” Pax wasn’t even in potions. He’d only been trying to help a friend.