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Shae had been lying low ever since the attack at the ball. She was torn, knowing if she had agreed to go with Clint that she might’ve been able to help fight, but then again, her wandless magic was getting even more out of hand and she might have done more damage than good. Besides, she didn’t want to blow her cover yet, not while she still held Dominique’s trust. However, something kept eating away at Shae telling her she should have gone to the event with her friend. She hadn’t seen him in a while and sincerely missed him, which was new. She left her room only to grab food and go to class. When she saw him in the Great Hall one day during dinner, sitting at the Gryffindor table, she decided to be bold and approach him. It didn’t matter if any Death Eaters saw her. She could come up with an excuse. “Clint, hi,” she said with a half-smile. “Is this seat taken?”

Spring [Mishala&Rowan]

Juliette was done with boys. Who needed them? Not her, that was for sure. The Gryffindor just wanted to enjoy some nice peace and quiet, and so she headed towards the lake, deciding it would be nice to sit in the shade by the water. Sitting under a tree, it was near silent for a while before she heard someone clear their throat softly behind her. “Oh, I’m sorry, were you sitting here before?” They asked automatically, looking behind them. 

Adam had been sort of pacing around the Slytherin common room for about half an hour. Prior to that, he had been in his room, practicing the sentence he wanted to say. He was going to ask Mishala out, and the question was going to be a normal speaking speed. He wasn’t going to stop in between words, he was just going to ask.

Phoenix was back, Lex was onto some other crush with someone in Liv’s class, and Marzia was nowhere to be found. Everything was going perfectly.

Lysander wasn’t a fan of staying inside the castle recently. Hufflepuff was still thought of as the muggleborn house, even though ravenclaw currently held that honor, and so the prefect had already had to break up three fights this week, all between younger puff students and older purebloods. They were sick and tired of dealing with it, so they left the hourse, telling the younger students to stick in pairs, and went outside, looking to escape all the blood status bullshit inside. 

Ash had missed breakfast, her first two classes, and lunch after sleeping in late, her nightly activities having worn her out. By the time she’d woken up, there was no actual point in trying to salvage the day, so she wandered, instead, to the kitchen for a few quick snacks before finding an empty classroom on the first floor to hole up in. She was a little disappointed to be alone, but at the same time, she could easily enjoy the joint she’d rolled the night before, leaning back in the chair, head lolled to the side, every wrry she’d ever had seemingly melting away as the high took over. Ash was honestly starting to wonder why she was ever sober. Hearing someone at the door, however, reminded her as her heart pounded and she started coughing loudly as she tried to put out the joint and pack everything up, ready to make a quick exit. 

Of course...