#sb:starter

[sigrunkaiser]

Choir Concert

Sigrun fiddled with her dress. Tonight was the big concert with the Choir Club. She wasn’t...entirely nervous. She knew her songs, and she knew that the Choir Club wasn’t nearly as prestigious as it had been in the past. So there was monumentally less pressure to succeed.

That didn’t mean she didn’t want to of course. She had gotten all dressed up after all. Something about that always made her feel more confident. She smiled as someone came up to her and took their place next to her. “Ready?”

[adelger-graf]

Courtyard

Ostara had passed with Adelger ignoring the egg he had found at the foot of his bed. He had not painted nor hidden it away, but he used for a herbology project only because he could not seen it wasted. And now, Beltane had passed in a similar manner. He had had no white ribbon to hang at the top of the tree that resided in the Castle’s courtyard.

And yet, as he was lost in thoughts, Adelger was looking at that same tree adorned in white ribbons, while his hand played with a piece of cloth—purple in colour. His mind wondering so deeply and far away that he did not notice someone approaching until it was too late.

[tylherrlich-blog]

Thirty Days

Laughter. “Yes, professor. I shan’t forget.” A smile that was almost a smirk, a bow, a pat on his shoulder, and then Mangin left and this expression disappeared. Tyl’s face was blank. And then he realised there was someone standing there, looking in his direction, and he very quickly smiled. “How long have you been standing there?”

[adelor-graf]

“I don’t know why it had to get cancelled, really. If they had done their research, they’d have known that the orchestra weren’t Muggles or Muggleborns, but members of very respectable magical families.” Adelor sighed, hunched over an essay he had to finish until tomorrow and thus not bothering to look up who had come to bother him now. All morning long he had heard the same question over and over again, so eventually he had just started answering whenever someone uttered and ‘Um’ in his direction.

[sunnyhiltwin1835-blog]

Sparring

Hiltwin arrived about an hour early to when he had arranged to meet Adelger, so he could warm up, and practice. He had hanged into his muggle hunting clothes and strangely enough a had he had been gifted by Miron, which was wide brimmed enough to keep the sun out of his eyes, as well as his lengthening hair out of the way. He had been practicing his patronus, something he had found in a book in the library when studying Dementors for class, and he had decided to try out. He had only managed a shield unsurprisingly, but he believed it was strong enough to block spells. He turned around and smiled as he saw Adelger enter the clearing in the forest. “lovely day isn’t it?” he asked politely, it was bright and sunny, and far hotter than it had any right to be this early in the year.

@adelger-graf

[maxgrossherz]

Max had been joking when he said he was going to steal the piano from Haus Gold, but several days later, with the impulsiveness that an intense feeling of boredom tended to incite, he realised how wonderful the idea actually was. Which was why he was in the middle of the forest, playing the piano enthusiastically. As for particular talent or prodigal skill, Max had none, but he certainly was enjoying himself. It was a good distraction from how very odd the mood had become in Schluchtenburg after Verona’s death. When he finished, he allowed for a few moments of silence, before stretching and cracking his knuckles. “Well, how did you like it?”

[falka-weber-blog]

Brooms and history and beasts oh my

Falka was seating in the hallway. Hands on her bent knees, which were shaking vigorously. She couldn't stop it, the shaking, as much as she wanted to. She didn't know how she found herself in the middle of the busy hallway, eyes blank, staring at the distance, and the never ending shaking, but she couldn't grasp the thoughts that went through her head. She felt like she was losing it. And through the crowd of passing legs and shoes, one suddenly stopped in front of her.

[emma-goettlich-blog]

Daydream

She wasn’t studying as much as she was daydreaming, and she wouldn’t have even bothered with a book at all if only people were . . . Cheerier. Yes, there was that radical purist unpleasantness afoot -- though Emma thought it rather odd that a fellow purist, with a presumably impeccable education, should stoop to such risky severity -- but that was certainly no reason to cease all levity on campus! Not that there had ever been much levity on campus, but still. “Why don’t we run away?” Emma suggested, not at all serious, but nonetheless wishful.