#t:feb4

[littledoeinthemeadowes]

eve of february fourth / great hall

The doors to the Great Hall were flung open, Filch's hand on the collar of the tall brunette. Her boots were soaked in mud, arms covered with scrapes, and hair disheveled. She knew Marlene was some distance behind her, but as of now she was completely alone. Her eyes fell upon the abundance of students. Some were tucked in sleeping bags, others lounging at the tables which had been pushed to either side of the hall.

Some students stared.

Dorcas was released by Filch and as he walked away he began grumbling about stupid girls under his breath. In that moment her legs stood still. The scene which just took place replayed over and over in her head.

The forest, the bloody centaur, the cries, the wolf.

She was strangely calm. Frankly, she was more in shock after the revelation with Lily in Hogsmeade than now. Utterly frozen as she processed the events, she was too far delved into her own mind to even notice a figure was standing in front of her. 

[daisythebadger]

great hall / february 4th

"Darling, I know that you’re hungry. I’ll find something and be back —  alright?”

The redhead nodded and Daisy Hookum rose from her crouched position and onto the next crisis. As a prefect, she’d taken up her rightful responsibilities in aiding her housemates and making them feel as comfortable as possible despite the blood being shed outside the thick walls.

Without her scarf and jacket ( both of which had been donated to students complaining they were cold ), the blonde shoveled her hair into a ponytail and stepped around the rows of cots.

Even though she was a prefect for the students of Hufflepuff this didn’t stop her in assisting those who needed help; this became especially prominent as she lead Pomfrey to a Slytherin complaining of abdominal pains. Daisy looked like a blind Hippogriff as she stumbled about the hall, making her rounds and carrying loads of requested items as she did so.

After delivering a textbook to a displeased Ravenclaw and crackers to the ginger, she allowed herself a minuscule moment to simply breathe. Upon standing still for the first time in hours, a thick wool scarf was draped over her shoulders.

Turning her body, she lifted her cheeks into a somber grin, “Thanks.”