#c eric

“You really should be quieter you know.” She grinned, shifting her position on the common room couch. She liked a party, especially for Mary’s sake - if not to try and find somewhere that she, Cherry, Ivy, and Ellie could almost co-exist. But Charity was always more of a watcher than partaker. “I almost mistook you for a bumbling fifth year trying to smuggle in some first-time-fling without testing the staircase first.” @dirtbvg​

“Are you excited to nearly be starting your final year? I remember I was quite nervous, you see. Sixth year is quite fun in comparison and my brother told me about it from his friends.” Ellie was still the most likable of her cousins, not as hovering as Aveline. But of course, she knew that the girl probably did not mean much by it. But of them, Eric she did see the least - even considering the rather isolated ways in which she grew up. “But I do not think you should have as much fear as I did.” @dirtbvg​

“Your sister has not had me listen to all of her summer holiday plans, yet. Should I be concerned?” @dirtbvg​

Her aim was always best with her wand. The option of a rolled up parchment felt silly as soon as it left her hand, not even making its way towards the right person as their class was being dismissed. “Wasn’t buzzing to hit you with that, Alliare.” The other one would have been better. But sitting in class for hours made her jittery, focus darting in a million spots throughout the lesson. “My throwing arm has been off.”

@eric-charmant​