#mandmstart

[imogencartxwright-blog]

“Oh my god, thank you. I mean I could literally kiss you right now!” 

[pandoradavies-blog]

There were footsteps behind her, but Pandora paid them no heed. She was clutching her book-bag tightly against her front, the bag heavy with the weight of the potion vials she had swiped from Slughorn’s private cupboards.

Pandora worried before that she might have taken one too many, and that was confirmed when she heard a ripping noise. The potion vials smashed to the floor, and the footsteps behind her stopped abruptly.

[finnpeakes-blog]

Why anyone would spend a rainy November morning anywhere else but the library, Finn did not know. 

The flickering lanterns cast a warm glow across the otherwise dank walls and dusty bookcases; a stark contrast to the grey that painted the sky through the window. He glanced up from Quintessence: A Quest to eye the individual across from him, a copy of A Guide To Medieval Sorcery tucked in their grasp. Finn scanned the page they were on, eyeing it skeptically. 

“It was Lippershey, not Galilei,” he noted under his breath. A pause -- then, slightly louder. “Galileo Galilei was often incorrectly credited with the invention of the telescope, even by modern historians and other members of important status, when in reality it was Hans Lippershey, a Dutch eyeglass maker who should have garnered the attribution. Galileo was simply a renaissance man who improved upon the unpatented device.”

[im-breakingyour-mind-blog]

“Someone tell me something interesting before I go on a homicidal rampage”

[dorisbluecrockford-blog]

Doris helped herself to a third serving of treacle tart. When she spoke, it was between mouthfuls of syrup and breadcrumbs: “This is the best treacle tart in the history of treacle tarts. If I die while eating it, I want it left in my throat. This baby is following me to the afterlife whether it wants to or not.”

[archerwolff-blog]

The land is soft and sweet but filled with vipers. The words had tempered him, leaving him hollowed and vulnerable in depths he couldn’t even recognize. At hinsight, Archer seemed untouched, untarnished, completely sane but it was not often the case when he walked the halls by himself. His eyes were dull, his lips drawing a thin line on his visage leaving him blank. It was though he was void of any human emotion, his reflection unrecognizible through any surface where his reflection was unavoidable. He was hoping to drown out the noise that followed, the student body’s ferocious whispering and merciless yapping driving him mad. He had to bite his tongue to avoid screaming out loud in frustration, “I’m sorry.” He’d only felt a light bump to his broad shoulder, “I was just trying to get to class.”

[andieblxck-blog]

“I know it seems crazy after everything that has happened lately, but I really think we should have a bonfire night or something. Some kind of thing where we all just get out and enjoy ourselves and be teenagers for once. It could be really fun if we let it. I think we could all really use the night off, you know?”

[slythcrinprince-blog]

          Against the east wall of the Great Hall, the table that had held the snacks and various party favors the night before had been cleared of the festive food and now held lunch items.  Regulus had scanned it sometime earlier,  but couldn’t dream of even touching food--his stomach churned at the idea.  Instead, he sat slumped on his cot against the opposite wall, fingers running over the chains on the blue jeans that had been part of his ghoul costume that most people hadn’t even really seen until earlier that morning.  

          His mind kept going back to Doris, who everyone had found with ‘mudblood’ carved across her forehead.  Even though he tried to rack his brain, he couldn’t remember where he was before they found her, or why he’d gone missing, according to the whispers of the students that passed him on their way to the table.  Could Voldemort have called his student Death Eaters and then wiped their memories of the whole ordeal?  And why?  Was it to protect them?   He didn’t know, and it was incredibly frustrating.

          Regulus had hardly spoken two words all day, but there were just so many people around.  Having the entire school in the same room was enough to make anyone tired, with all the continuous movement and chatter, and it was proving to be exhausting for him.  One positive note was that none of the teachers seemed to be investigating any of the students--most of them were patrolling the Hall or grouped up by the doors, talking about who-knows-what while preventing anyone from leaving.  Professor Binns had drifted by him only a few moments before, and he almost wished he were back in one of his History of Magic lectures.  At least everyone would have been quiet. 

          Amid the chaos and despite his efforts to stay quiet and out of the way, the shadow at the end of his cot was unmistakable.  Looking up after a moment, he asked, “Can I help you?”