DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.

while sienna had heard stories about how somber hogwarts use to be back when voldemort was rising to power, she never understood what the adults meant until now. it was only six deaths and already the whole school had been emotionally turned upside down. she could only imagine how much everything else would change knowing that there was more death to come. it wasn’t until someone thrust a flyer at her that the ravenclaw escaped her dazed reverie. “it’s still something and that’s more than what a lot of others could say.” it was definitely a lot better than what she herself could do. or in this case, did. “are people actually going to go?”

    the other’s voice caused abigail to jump slightly, almost pulling her wand out to disarm them, but then the words they’d said registered in her head and she nodded slowly, letting out a sigh. cordelia had finally managed to talk her into at least getting herself to go and see selina, after all, selina was really the only person abigail wanted to see right now. and besides, there were prefect duties to be seen to, which she couldn’t just abandon, the younger students were probably more shaken up than her, and she had to help them in any way she could. accepting the flyer from the gryffindor, abigail read it and the hint of a smile flickered over her face. “no. it’s not nothing. it’s nice — it’s a really nice gesture.” though fear gripped around her heart again as she heard that it would be held outside after dark. “but i don’t think i can come… i have this really big essay in alchemy for next week.” she lied, though she folded the flyer neatly and put it in her bag.

Rupi had always had a good sense for when someone was lying to her, and she could tell that it was happening now. In truth, she understood. People were still afraid by what had happened -- and rightly so. But she knew from the stories her mother told her that backing down and showing that they were afraid would get them nowhere. Evil had only been defeated the first time around because everyone had put on a united front. “Don’t be a pussy,” she heard herself saying, annoyance slipping into her tone. “I mean-- people died. We can’t just let that happen and then do nothing for them.”

Gil took the sheet, looking it over with care, a little smile coming across her face at the girl’s bright idea. “ It’s not nothing, Rupi. This is a great idea, for real. ” A melancholy look swept over her features as she turned the paper over in her hands. “ It’s great that you took this INITIATIVE and did this, ” she continued, nodding her head as she spoke. 

“Oh. That’s– I see.” Being out in the dark, by the lake nonetheless, didn’t sound very reassuring to Demetrius. How easy would it be to push people in the water, petrified and unable to swim back to the surface? Sure, the loss of such young life as terrible, but he’d rather save his own skin than mourn those for whom there was nothing to do anymore. “Did the teachers approve of it? There will be adults with us, right? I mean– I’m only saying– Even if it’s a lot of us, I’d rather not risk anything, you know?”

          ❝ while i completely understand as to why you’re reacting this way… ❞   astraea began to say, quite unsure how to approach situations like this — most especially she probably knows or related to the people who are answerable to this tragedy.  ❝ i may suggest you take a deep breath and compose yourself. the younger years are already scared enough as it is. ❞

“yeah, i do know. but still…” he shrugs and offers her a grimace of apology, “i’m sorry.” trystane is already drawing his wand and nodding by the time she asked; he flicks his wrists and mutters the incantation to dry her off, then frowns slightly at her dress, wondering if it’s discoloured. “for good measure… scourgify.”

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Staring up at the Great Hall ceiling was really a pastime for first years or muggle borns. It was uncouth for someone of his pedigree to be transfixed by the stars, floating and dangerous paper cranes, and amount of glitter in the air. Perhaps he should close his mouth while staring in awe to reduce the risk of swallowing some of that glitter. Gaudy, awful, kind of pretty glitter. Looking to the person next to him, Scorpius raised an eyebrow. “Did you say something? I was…” Transfixed, distracted, entranced? “Lost in thought.”

   Rupi has long since stopped being amazed by most things at Hogwarts. She’s reached a point where rather than wondering how these things are done, or marveling at how beautiful they are, she just accepts them as a part of her life now. Still, she’s never one to judge, so she simply gives Scorpius an understanding smile. “Who do you think comes up with the ideas?” she asks, motioning to the ceiling. “And-- well, do you think that you could change it if you wanted to? Like-- if I charmed it myself? Or do you think they’ve done something to stop little shits like me making a mess of it?”

trys isn’t a clumsy person. that’s just a fact: he’s got incredible balance, good spacial awareness, and most of all, he’s careful. but for all that, he still manages to turn around and bump into something - no, someone - and drop his goblet clattering to the ground. “oh, merlin’s beard - sorry, i didn’t spill on you, did i?”

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Though Arlo was bored out of his mind at the Valentine’s Day party, his smile brightened when he saw Rupi from across the room. The girl was known for her ability to spice up any event with just a little bit of fun. He had made his way over to the girl, finding it as a well enough excuse to not have to listen to some random third year DRONE ON to him about their love life. “ This party is a buzzkill, huh ? ” He quirked an eyebrow, watching as comically one of the heart balloons floating just a ways behind her began to deflate dejectedly. “ So, what do you have planned for today ? Anything ideas on how to transform this party from boring to genuinely fun ? ”

Aside from putting some rum in her own drink, Rupi hadn’t done anything yet. She was loathe to risk it; her mother’s words were stuck in her head: if you get in trouble again, we’ll pull you out of that school. And yet Rupi couldn’t deny that the idea of spicing this dance up seemed fun. “I’ve got nothing planned,” she said, shaking her head at Arlo. “But I’m welcome to suggestions. Oh, and do you-- you want some rum?”

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          excusing herself from the crowd was easy ( well, as easy as you CAN if you’re friends with albus ), finding a spot that is not taken by someone else as reclusive as hers was harder. most especially when they’re ALSO competing with hormonal wixes who were trying to steal a snog or two. unfortunately, just as the witch thought she have finally found her own spot, she was taken by surprise that she was, in fact, not alone in this corner.  ❝ oh, ❞  was all she said, blinking at the other witch,  ❝ i didn’t realize that this space was already taken. ❞