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[hortusdea]

who: open to anyone @noxstarters where: hogwarts library

Plants ever-growing within the greenhouse, her dorm room filled with them, or as much as she dared her dorm mates to handle, every now and then even someone as enthusiastic about herbology as her had to sit down and study. Quill scribbling away at the parchment, with small pauses in between whenever she needed to look up a fact or a name, Penelope found herself in the library like many other students. The witch had been humming for several minutes by the time she noticed the sound coming from herself. With a sigh she glanced around, meeting eyes nearby.

"Please tell me I didn't disturb you all too much! I didn't even notice the humming. I suppose that's a sign that it's enough studying for one day, hm?" Weekend or not, studying meant sorting her future which now went far beyond the wish to own a little shop in Hogsmeade. Despite everything, the summer had still been spent with as much time as possible dedicated to her little summer-lasting job at Dogweed and Deathcap. "Working on an essay?"

[leogratia]

who: open to anyone where: hogsmeade, in front of her cottage near dogweed and deathcap event: quidditch event; (prior to the match)

If there was something the magical community was good at and always had been it was the celebration of any type of event, especially those of the sporty kind. Quidditch cups, especially world cups always seemed to take the cake; bigger, more eventful. Even Lily, who wasn't nearly as much of a quidditch fan couldn't help but be swept up in the festivities. An event such as this called for attention and brought just as much joy with it.

The witch had only just locked up her house, having closed the shop about twenty minutes ago, when she heard footsteps behind her. Waving her wand at the door after locking she didn't bother to turn quite yet as she directed her attention toward the source of the footsteps. "I've closed the shop for the day. Unless it's an emergency, I'm afraid it'll have to wait till I'm open for business again." Finally she whirled around, facing whoever it was. "Are you also headed to the event area?" The redhead lowered the scarf in her hand. If the other was headed there as well, perhaps one may go there together after all.

[corvusoculis]

who: open to all // @noxstarters where: alchemy laboratory, near Slughorn's office

Hours must have gone by, by the time that Selma finally looked up from the work in front of her. At some point over the last few days she'd offered, no, promised to use whatever knowledge she'd acquired within the art of alchemy to create lights, decorative orbs that would resemble both the shine of the holidays as well as the shape of a snowflake. Selma was no fool, aware that sooner or later Slughorn would be hosting his usual parties as he always had during the stages of the festive time.

Footsteps echoing within the rather quiet room, only disturbed by the bubbling within the brass cauldron on the other side of the room, pulled her from the work displayed in front of her. "Was there something you needed? None of the Professors available right now, I'm afraid. Or have you suddenly decided to take up alchemy?" Selma tilted her head to the side, glancing over at whomever had entered before her attention returned to the task at hand.

Selma stared at the creations in front of her with the tiniest frown. The witch was too much of a perfectionist to consider the idea of presenting Professor Slughorn with anything but the best. No, nothing but the absolute best would do. "Do you think these have a nice glow?" The Ravenclaw couldn't help but wonder if these were up to whatever standards she'd set for herself and by extension, for a party hosted by Slughorn. "They have to be perfect."

[hortusdea]

who: open to all // @noxstarters where: the great hall, after lunch

Any week filled with quidditch was a week filled with joy in the Gryffindors eyes. On any other occasion that would have been enough yet knowing what kind of match was ahead of her, she couldn't help but feel all the more ecstatic. Flying, being on a broom, giving her best; all things that brought nothing but a smile to her face. Penelope had always been competitive, always would be. No matter how dire things may look, as long as she gave it her best surely it would all work out. The thought of the match ahead alone was enough to make her want to fly around, making sure to get in as much practice as possible. She was just about to get up and leave, when the voice of someone behind her caught her attention.

A voice clearly talking about the match ahead, clearly not in favor of Gryffindor. Now, she loved her twin but when it came to the sport, things could get intense. Penelope couldn't help the roll of her eyes, done before she could even waste a thought about it. "As if that would ever happen. My brother aside, Gryffindor is going to win. No chance this is going any other way. Ravenclaw has a wonderful team, but they are not Gryffindor." The brunette glanced at the other, almost huffing at the idea. Not even bothering to turn toward the person next to her, with a frown the words slipped out. "Can you believe them? Such nonsense!"

[bellaaegis]

who: open to everyone / @noxstarters where: quidditch pitch, shortly before practice

If there was something no one could claim when it came to Bellatrix Black was that the witch did not walk through life entirely prepared for whatever may have been thrown her way. For weeks in advance had she assured that her team had a more optimized time to practice as a team, only begrudgingly having agreed to have other teams have time as well. Oh, there wasn't much of a choice either way with how the school decided that fairplay was a necessity. What did she care if those other teams found time to fly about and figure out what a quaffle looked like. Yet she couldn't help but want to see her team practice harder, especially after the match against Hufflepuff.

For minutes she'd scanned the sky for even the slightest hint of a change within the clouds. Weather would be the last thing the Slytherin would allow to ruin her plans. If need be she would simply have to make sure training would happen, even if there was to be a downpour. Not like the conditions met by the players during a proper match were any different than during practice.

Her eyes finally left the sky only to spot a figure on the field. Ever the polite exterior yet very much a storm within she turned, a small puff of air escaping. "The pitch has been reserved for the Slytherin team for the next few hours. If you feel the need to sit out in the cold and watch from the stands, be my guest. Just don't interrupt."

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