#qvickquill

[personallykilled]

dorcas & rita // @qvickquill​ // january. ravenclaw dorms.

Dorcas had managed to find peace in her dorm but she wasn’t sure how long it would last. The absence of her dormmates left the room considerably quiet, enough for her to pour herself into the book that Severus had gotten her for Christmas. She had been too scared to touch it at home, afraid her mother would find it and start asking questions she couldn’t answer. Or, well, wouldn’t answer until she got answers of her own. Dorcas sat rather oddly on her bed, legs up against the headboard, almost as if she were stretching for Quidditch practice and trying to read about Unforgivables simultaneously. It was when she heard the door open that she shoved the book under her pillow, looking over at Rita as she walked in. “Skeeter,” she greeted, not necessarily a nice greeting but also not the worst she could do. She didn’t bother moving, watching the other girl from her position, the rest of the room slightly upside down. “I guess this is where I ask if you’ve had a good holiday?”

[cresswelld]

Where: Ravenclaw House table, Great Hall When: 9th January 1978, breakfast Who: Dirk && @qvickquill​

Where around him were classmates catching up on work or studying they had forgotten about over the holidays, Dirk had finished all of his homework and done a reasonable amount of extra reading. Others were yawning, the first morning back to classes after the Christmas holidays always a difficult one for many to wake up for, after so many late nights and busy days. Again, Dirk’s holidays had been quiet. Low-key. He hadn’t even taken up his usual job position at his dad’s workplace and his only late night had been New Year’s Eve, when he had gone to bed at twenty minutes past midnight. He glanced around the table looking for something to do or somebody willing to strike up a conversation and saw a copy of the Daily Prophet folded up on the table near one of the seventh years. “Any chance I could borrow that paper?”