Nov 26, 2015
“I don’t think portrait subjects can really get hurt, but do you think she’s okay? She looks like she actually might be.”
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“I don’t think portrait subjects can really get hurt, but do you think she’s okay? She looks like she actually might be.”
“Yes I did just moan. This must be the best cake I’ve had in years. A girl is allowed to appreciate the wonders of a well crafted dessert you know.”
“I’m alive.” She huffed, breathed, whispered out of breath like she’d just run the longest marathon her lungs could take. Like the surprise of that statement choked her for some moments before releasing her into a flurry of uneven breaths. Her hands trembled at her side while she looked at her surroundings with wide eyes and rapid changes of focus.
“Do you need a hand? I am free, and I love helping people.”
Some people will have a free period I guess
The two herbology teachers are stuck in the Hospital Wing. Apparently the plant they were growing was a bit more aggressive than they expected.
Julie was settled into a windowed alcove which looked over the Black Lake. At this time of year, the sun set early enough that she had no reason to be worrying about curfew yet - in fact, it was not yet even time for dinner - and though a mist hung over the lake, the coloured sky was still visible. She had a novel in her lap, open to a fresh chapter which she was yet to start, too distracted by the view. “Oh,” she breathed. “How beautiful.” She didn’t realise that she wasn’t alone, as the alcove both stopped her from seeing the corridor properly, and echoed every sound she made without alerting her to the footsteps outside.
When the fifth year Dominus had pulled him aside for help testing his potion, Albus had been weary. But when he’d been informed it was only a calming draught, it hadn’t sounded so bad. He’d taken worse. Upon drinking it, however, it had definitely not been calming. If the way he’d fallen over and smacked his face on the table had been any indication, it was a Dizzyiness Draught at best - something awful at worst. The fifth year had panicked and quickly left the classroom which left Albus on his own to try to get somewhere safe until the draught wore off. He only made it as far as the hallway before he stumbled into a wall and decided to slide down it and stay sitting against it, face already throbbing from one fall and not eager for a second. He took in a deep breath as the hall spun around him and he could only hope that it was a poorly made enough potion that it would wear off soon. At least if he ignored the pain in his face, the light headedness made everything seem sort of funny.
“There’s always time to change your mind.”