MISCHIEF MANAGED!

“Terry... Boot, was it?” Cedric smiled KINDLY at the younger boy as though nothing was amiss, even though his guilty expression and the fact that he had both hands behind his back, clearly holding something he didn’t want him to see, spoke volumes. “It’s almost curfew, you shouldn’t be out of your Common Room. Ravenclaws are the most SENSIBLE lot in this school. I don’t suspect any of them to go against their common sense and plan something against the rules just for laughs. But Sn- Professor Snape is patrolling tonight, and you know how he is.”

“Ginny?” Charlie’s voice was hesitant, and uncharacteristically FEARFUL. He may live far away from his family, but that didn’t mean he was ignorant to the fact that something had happened to his sister during her first year at Hogwarts — something that none of his family, even Ron with his famously BIG MOUTH, seemed willing to discuss. “Are you well? You seem... far away. Again.” Such pensive moods did not suit his cheerful and lively sister. “D’you want to talk about it? You know you can tell me anything, right? Even if it’s, er — girly problems.”

"My grades are fine!” Draco snapped, wincing at how shrill his own voice sounded in his embarrassment. He changed tone immediately, knowing his father did not APPRECIATE being screamed at like a ‘petulant child.’ “I am doing well in school, father. You can compare my marks to the rest of my friends. It’s not my fault that all the professors have a FAVOURITE.” He sneered at the thought, but knew better than to rant about someone of her kind in the present company. “They are all against me except Professor Snape, because of my house.”

"Can I help you vith something?” Viktor wasn’t UNAWARE of the hostile glares he was receiving from the younger boy for the better part of the hour, and it was beginning to irritate him, though it had initially AMUSED him. He didn’t know the boy, but he thought he heard Hermy-own-ninny call him Ron Veasley once. “If you’re looking for Harry, he is not here. Your headmaster, Dumbledore, called him avay some time ago. And Hermy-own-ninny is in the library.“

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Allowing himself a moment of consideration,  observing with great care  &  infinite curiosity,  he could not help himself but to acknowledge their many similarities.  Much like gazing into a mirror and imagining a younger version of your own,  once hopeful  &  unaware what the future may bring along.     ‘     I wish I could claim that I have a  DRAGON  among my most loyal and oldest comrades.  Not for the lack of trying—  but the Ministry was rather unwilling to let me off with a dragon from the Eastern front.     ’     He sighs wistfully,  emerald crested eyes gazing towards the suitcase he’s holding before a humorous smile curls around the corner of his lips.     ‘     I promise to keep you busy and deliver  ALL  dragons I may pass by.  Does that sound fair  ?     ’     What  ORDINARY  people  (  magical or not,  )  may consider a playful response…  they both  KNOW  he’s probably more  PROMISING  than joking.  He admires Charlie’s work  &  compassion,  feeling grateful beyond words for he never dared hoping to actually  WITNESS  times when their community would dedicate so much care to magical creatures.

"What’re you sulking about, then?” Draco asked rudely as he took a seat across from Nott, though he was UNINVITED and judging by the look on his face, unwanted. “Still pissed off about that Bludger in the face?” He crossed his legs before him and smirked, “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. If it rearranged your face, it would be an IMPROVEMENT.” He snickered, “C’mon, stop acting like Pansy. We need to get to the half-breed’s class.”

      ❛ Only to save him from MUDBLOODS && imbeciles.         Great  example for the latter trailing in your shadows. ❜

                 She gives him not more than a heartbeat of her precious attention                  to focus on idle chatter. Thoughts of a Lannister having a tendency                  to leave those with narrow horizons for minds PUZZLED, straight                  out dumbfounded.  A scoff with enough arrogance to bottle && sell                  as liquid courage, she sneers from underneath angered brows.

                           ❛ Wouldn’t trade places with you even if I got PAID for it. ❜

Draco’s lip curled in a derisive sneer, though he made no attempt to defend Crabbe and Goyle — he was pretty sure that her JAB was directed at them... and it was more accurate than he would admit out loud. If her jab was about Pansy on the other hand... no, he wouldn’t bother with a GALLANT defence then either. Too much trouble.

“Er... excuse me, miss?” Cedric tried not to react at the STRANGE sight before him, and instead adopted a politely interested expression. He was 99% certain that the younger girl’s name was Luna Lovegood, but he did not want to address her by her name just in case he was wrong. “May I ask what you are doing to our common room’s entrance?” He sent a POINTED look at the blue-and-bronze eagle sewn on her robes. “Not that those... plums don’t look nice and festive. But I’m not sure if students are allowed to REDECORATE the castle.“