Moira Greengrass

Andromeda had one arm sloppily holding the trunk next to her, the other reaching out as she grabbed at the small fruits hanging from the branch above. Her fingers were only an inch away, but as she started to lean closer, a voice drove her attention away. Spinning on her heels, stumbling slightly on the thick branch below her as she prepared a whirlwind of excuses, “I need them for potology- I mean potions. And herbology. Both classes.”

Moira usually enjoyed a small walk on the grounds in-between classes, to relax her mind and prepare for the next class. Said walks were usually uneventful, but today had decided to be different. Seeing movement up in a tree, she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, calling out a tentative "hello?" Honestly though, she could say she was not expecting an answer. Especially such a scattered one. "Oh, well," she said, agreeing with the reasons, as odd as they where. "Can you get down?" She asked after a few moments. She wouldn't leave the girl stuck up there. 

Marlene threw around a cursory glance, and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, these are all sug—oh, wait!” she cut herself off, spying a feather peeping out the side of her essay. “Here,” she said triumphantly, brandishing the quill to the blonde.

Moira watched the girl with a curious glance as she searched about. Who carried more sugar quills than actual quills? Honestly. However, when they girl handed her over a - blessedly - actually quill, Moira offered her a smile. "Thank you. I really should start carrying extras. I usually don't break them, however, which is why I currently don't."