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She’d made a mistake tonight, coming to talk to her brother. Jen left the dungeons, cheeks wet from former tears and looking slightly disheveled. Her veins pumped full of Dark Vanilla, a creation she’d gotten from Gilbert Selwyn. It’d begun to make her dizzy and soon Jennifer came tumbling down, tripping up a staircase. “Fuck.”

“Shh,” Tamsin hushed no one in particular in the room, just the room as a whole which was always buzzing. She had her ear glued to the wireless. “Today’s draft day for the national league.”

Leigh had decided halfway through her meal to sit somewhere else for the evening, the Slytherin table not exactly giving off the most warming vibes tonight, as it had done most nights. She settled on Gryffindor, across from a redhead, and Leigh didn’t hesitate greeting her, “My Aunt makes better mash than this because she adds extra garlic gloves and a pinch of oregano. I’m not complaining, though. It’s all quite good in the end.”

The light streaming in the corridor was both warm in temperate and color. And Hollie knew that, well, it was her best light. "Pardon me,” She giggled as she caught the attention of the only other person in the corridor. “Do you have a keen eye for photography?”