#ourbattlestarter

[xmary-macdonald-blog]

“Goblin wars stopped being interesting five paragraphs ago.”

[mssrpr0ngs-blog]

I think I just found a way to get around Dumbledore’s quidditch practise regulations...

[regularregulus-blog]

“It’s rude to tell people how tired they look, you know that? I’m the one with no sleep, I know I look tired. Bugger off!”

[theother-black-girl-blog]

“Okay, don’t be a wimp, it’s just a test grade...”

[misshestiaj-blog]

"I can’t believe I’ve been reading this page for nearly fifteen minutes and I still don’t know what I’m trying to understand.” Hestia whispered to herself, trying for the umpteenth time to make sense before giving up and sighing to herself. She looked up at the figure who stood in front of her, a hint of alarm in her eyes, “Have you been standing there long?”

[fervidus-marlene-blog]

Silent Screaming // Marlene & Open

Marlene McKinnon didn’t do scared. She was bold, always faced danger with a matching grin, didn’t balk at trouble. It was her reputation, one she’d spent seven years developing among the students of Hogwarts and she wasn’t about to let some stupid encounter with the forest change that. Except that it was. Except that Marlene McKinnon, flame of Gryffindor, was shaken. She’d skipped breakfast, burying herself in her covers when her mates tried to get her up. It wasn’t until she heard the rush of students in the common room die down that she peeled away the blankets and stood. Time was lost to her as she stared in the mirror, looking for something, anything that could’ve explained what happened. As if there would be some visible defect, one she could remove and bury along with her fears. 

By the time she tore herself from her reflection, she haphazardly threw on lounge clothing, entirely forgoing her robes for the day and moved through the halls. Food. Food made everything better, as a kid her mom always told her that a warm meal took worries away. Hair wilder and pace slower than usual, she navigated the castle, trying to ignore the fact she was following the same path she had in the dream, until she was at the great hall. A few students were mulling around still, mostly those who didn’t have an early class, but the tables were mostly empty. 

Still, she wasn’t in the mood to stay and chat. Snatching one of the cloths from the table, she stuffed it with food before tying it up and moved to turn around, to get the hell away from any chance of seeing a familiar face. Only her shoulder knocked into someone’s chest and she stumbled, catching her balance, though lacking the typical ease. “Sorry, can’t talk.” She rushed out, waving a hand while she hightailed it to the entry way. No talking. She didn’t need to talk, she needed to think, as if scouring her brain for long enough would lead to some conclusion everyone else had yet to find. 

[xmary-macdonald-blog]

“Just five more minutes.”

[tedward-tonk-blog]

“Right, so there’s a possibility that if you find yourself in the library reading late at night you could be sleeping there the rest of the night. Make sure to bring a pillow if you plan on being there past eight.”