Clarabel had been in the library studying for what felt like hours ( she wasnât able to go on a Hogsmeade weekend yet, so, she had some extra time to kill â that she desperately needed for studying ). After finding herself succumbing to sleep, she yawned, waking up to find some ink smudged on her face.
âI canât wait for the ghost party on Halloween. Might be the only thing motivating me right now,â she mused, rising from her hunched over position.
It wasnât often that Gideon wandered to the library for schoolwork, but apparently even he couldnât crack the Arithmancy sums given by his professor to solve. He had decided that maybe a book or two in the library could help him refresh his mind of the formulas he learned the previous year. Just as he was glancing around at the bookshelves for a suitable book, Gideon heard a voice from a table to his right, only to find his housemate Clara just waking up from what seemed to be a nap.
âGhost party, hm?â Gideon chimed in, his lips curling into a little smile. âWhat about it that makes you so excited?â















