funny little frog

“What brings any of us here?” She offered up before laughing. “Kidding, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Tell me about it,” she took a drag and breathed out. “Some people I know couldn’t, either. Nightmares.”

“that, young padawan, is a good observation. and my answer is that i’m not afraid of being caught.” smoke billowed from his mouth as he looked up at the seemingly never ending blanket of stars above them, a joint which he would gladly call perfectly rolled clinched between his right hand thumb and index finger. “‘m pretty sure it’s an urban legend they tell firsties to scare ‘em.”

““If you say so, darling.” he smirked. “For later if I am sober enough to drag you back here. I can’t make you any promises if I will be.“

"Well, waiting until we sober up is always an option," she shrugged, "or you could leave me to sleep somewhere, I don't really care. Where are we drinking tonight, anyway?

“I didn’t even say anything,” Leo whispered, as he tried not to gt caught. “Where are you headed?”

“I’m sorry, Leo, I didn’t realize it was you,” Dorcas relaxed a bit. “Just the courtyard. Why are you out? I didn’t really peg you as the sneaking out past curfew kind of person.”

“not one me but I know where to find some, care to join me?”

“Alright, where are we headed?” she asked, walking alongside him. “Are we sneaking into the kitchens?”

Pandora cocked an eyebrow towards Dorcas at her incoherent grumbling, trying to catch what the other girl was saying. At the mention of her banned spell and potion work, her cheeks went lightly red. “Yes, that is true… it’s been banned by Hogwarts… and the Ministry… and my parents.” But she still did everything in secret in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.

“Whoa--the ministry?” Dorcas’s eyes widened, staring at Pandora. “That’s really bad-ass--wow.” She didn’t really know the girl that well, but gained a whole new respect for her. “I’m sorry--that’s just really really cool. Did you stop doing your spells though? I promise I won’t tell.”

“you are using big words too late at night, would you like a drink instead?”

“Sure,” Dorcas shrugged, her stance and expression softening a bit. “You got some on you?”

“I happen to be a prefect so I have the rights to be sneaking around at night.” she said teasingly. “And I am going to not give you detention as long as you agree to give me company. I worry that I will die of boredom.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” Dorcas said, realizing her mistake. “I’d love to keep you company; one of my favorite things is not getting detention.”

“I was just pointing out that if I’m here and you’re here, maybe neither of us will rat the other out?”

“O-oh. Sorry. Sure, I can do that,” Dorcas nodded and sat back down on the bench, lighting another cigarette. “What brings you here?”

“Dorcas…I was joking!” Noah gave a soft laugh, playfully nudging her. “Ascendancy, is that the word of the day?”

"I’m sorry,” Dorcas laughed. “For a moment forgot you were too nice to rat me out. I’ve lost my ascendancy, Noah.”

“Well, I suppose that’s true to the Hogwarts way of trying to distract us with assignments and anything else.” That was why Pandora made up her own spells, taught herself her own skills and defend herself. “They really aren’t setting us up for anything in the future, which is sort of sad.”

Dorcas spent a couple of seconds grumbling incoherently about the current state of affairs, before looking back at Pandora. “I heard--” she leaned in closer to the girl, “that you do some interesting spellwork. That sounds far more interesting than this--to be honest.” 

“Let’s get the hell out of here then, or am I going to have to drag you out myself? Honestly, I wouldn’t mind that all that much.”

"No need for that, I can walk fine,” she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “You can save the dragging for later.”