#c andromeda

Hand gripped the others arm, after running across the road. “He flew in the window of the joke shop. Let’s go.”

I’d tell you what I’m holding behind my back, but I don’t think you actually want to know. Might blow your mind too much.” Also apparently, Aurors should not be in detention. @andrcmedcs​

“The floor outside the door it wet.” Emma exclaimed as she entered the common room. “You could float a duck in there. An actual puddle, it is. I made a leap over it and genuinely I’m impressed. Of course, I could have cleaned it up, but I want to see if any first years try it first. Do you want to watch?”

St.  Mungo’s  had  an  odd  familiarity  to  it.  Anytime  she  turned  a  corner  she  expected  to  see  her  own  mother  standing  there,  in  her  nurse’s  uniform  pushing  along  some  child  who  was  at  least  smiling.  It  was  not  that  different  here  among  the  healers  and  mediwix.  The  smell  was  still  somehow  clinical,  clean  and  sterilized  the  way  her  mother’s  floor  had  been.  In  those  small  things  Charity  took  comfort  since  confining  herself  to  the  waiting  room  of  the  hospital.  It  was  on  her  own  request  that  she  accompany  the  student  to  the  London  hospital.  Quidditch  accidents  were  often  nasty,  but  something  about  this  had  seemed  malicious.  And  if  the  offender  wasn’t  so  well  protected  then  she’d  be  advocating  for  expulsion.  It  seemed  that  not  much  had  changed  in  the  near  seven  years  since  she  was  last  on  the  other  end  of  the  classroom.  

“I’ve got just a few lines left, you can take it.” Charity nodded from her seat in the library, looking up to the fellow sixth year. She pushed the book in her direction, before glancing back down to her essay. “I’ll be honest, I think the notes I took from what Flitwick said are better than in the book. I only used chapter four. I can’t believe I had to hunt it down for just that.”