Savannah

“I was thinking chocolate chip, I haven’t made chocolate chip in a while, but we can make something else if you want,” Rae replied.

“Classic chocolate chip works for me! I haven’t made... well, anything in a long time, so this is great,” Sav smiled at her friend. “Okay, so, what’s first? You’re gonna have to coach me through this.”

Looking up from his own textbook, Caius chuckled softly. “Right. Your friend.” He started, quirking one of his brows. “And does your friend remember where they last had their textbook?”

“Uh,” Sav’s eyes darted to the left for a second before she looked back at Caius. “Well, if my friend remembered where she left her book, she wouldn’t need help finding it, would she?”

Willow laughed, “Uh no, but i’ll gladly help you look for it. I always seem to lose my textbooks, especially the tricky ones like Charms and Care of Magical Creatures. Do you remember where you saw it last?”

“Thanks,” Sav smiled at the other girl. “I know, right? It’s like, one minute you’re studying out of them, and then you check your phone, and the next minute they’re just gone. Like, what, did they just up and walk away?” She thought for a moment, trying to picture the last place she remembered having her textbook. “Uh, I think it was the library? But I checked there already, and they said they didn’t find a stray book and one wasn’t turned in.”

“They’re not that bad, if you study,” Laurel replied. “I passed them well and I barely had time to study.”

“Okay, but you’re probably like, a genius or something. The only one I think I’ll do any good in is Transfiguration and that’s just because I actually like that class so much I practically study it in my sleep.”

“He doesn’t look like one of the usual suspects, so I think he gets it. Next time I’ll hit him or something.” Alex grinned at his little joke, watching as the kid disappeared behind the wall. “Are you planning on running in the halls?”

“Solid method,” Sav nodded, “golf clapping” in feigned approval. “I’m sure that’ll get the message, just, right across.” At his question, she looked at the older boy, brow quirked, “Who, me? I mean, I’m not actively planning on it, but never say never,” she joked, shrugging.

“I’m so in vacation mode,” Laurel replied. “I thought sixth year was supposed to be a little more slack, I mean we already made it past OWLs. You still have your OWLs girl, get ready for all that.”

“Ugh, gross,” Savannah groaned once again, this time tossing her head back. “Don’t remind me,” she sighed, lifting her head to face the other girl, pouting. “I wish I could just be done with them already.”

“If you can find me,” she joked. “Speaking of, want to help me make some cookies?”

“Ooh, I’d love to!” Sav beamed, “What kind are we making?”

“Hey, dude don’t run in the…” Alex watched as the younger student dashed through the hallways, but decided it wasn’t really worth it to pursue the student. “It’s Thanksgiving weekend, he can run this one time,” Alex said to no one in particular.

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Savannah shrugged, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “But do you think he knows this is a one time thing?” She asked, watching as the kid made a sharp turn, almost knocking into someone.

“Why do the professors hate us before we go off for holiday? Like I want to be in school, but I don’t want the words ‘death by homework’ written on my gravestone.”

Savannah groaned. “Ugh, right? Like, I know we’re about to have a break, so cut us some slack. Some of us are already in vacation mode; we can’t help it.”

“If one day you can’t find me, and I’m just not in the kitchen, assume I’m dead, because if I’m disappeared, it’s most likely I’m baking cookies or something.”

“Could I just... assume you’re off gallivanting through the castle, handing out the cookies? I’d rather that than assume you’re dead.”