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Violet blinked once Professor Yong had called out her name and she felt an excited tingle in her veins. Clutching her wand nervously she stepped forward while he called out the other name. Damien Mei, 4th Upper Year, Slytherin.

It would be expected that Violet, a mere 6th Year Hufflepuff would feel intimidated as she gazed straight into the older’s boys eyes, raised chin and straight posture, almost as if daring him to think of her in that way as both raised their wands. A surge of confidence and competitiveness rose in her and a quick smirk forms on her lips as she bows. She had seen her father duel and been taught by him since she could remember. She knew what she had to do. She had to win.

“Tarantallegra!” she aimed her wand towards the young man. He always looked so serious, maybe he should have some fun before she disarmed him she thought with a small giggle. It did take him off guard as she noticed his wide surprised eyes, quickly replaced by an expressionless focused stare when he throws a defensive charm against it and quickly flicks his wand towards her twice. Flipendo and Levicorpus.

Violet is able to avoid being flipped over however she is too slow to defend herself from the second attack. She gasps as she starts levitating above the ground yet she keeps her hold on her wand and scowls, counter attacking with Liberacorpus. She falls down with a frustrated grunt, ignoring the pain on her hip at the fall and she attempts to distract him by conjuring “Stupefy!” but he evades the attack easily once again.

It was a close battle with Violet’s perseverance and competitiveness along with Damien’s experience and equal passion to win. At that point both seemed to be wanting to tire each other out, flashes of light colliding and spells being shouted. She could feel the hair at her nape starting to stick to her skin and she felt Professor Yong’s stare on their duel. It was part of their final evaluation after all.

Violet started to feel frustration and it was showing everytime she casted a spell. A simple “Expeliarmus!” started to look sloppy and rushed against Damien’s attacks, controlled and disciplined.

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one would think that because they were in the same year, she would be able to see the object of her affections a lot more often, but alas, the work load of the upper classes seemed to prevent her from doing so. and even if she was able to see more of them... would she have had the courage to approach them and say something and risk making a fool of herself? instead, she just opted for catching glimpses of them as they walk to their classes, glancing over at them from across the great hall. although very little in terms of words are exchanged between while they’re at school, charlotte cannot deny the way in which her heart goes pitter-patter every time she sees them. 

to her, however, the slytherins always seem to be the most unapproachable bunch. even their common room seemed foreboding to her as they are located in the dungeons, the one place in the castle in which she would never venture on her own accord. there seemed to be no easy way for her to get closer to them, she was starting to run out of ideas. 

however... charlotte experiences a stroke of genius as she rounds a corner and notices her cousin walking out a classroom, suddenly very aware that he was clad in green. she finally realized that her chance had been right in front of her this whole time. scolding herself softly for forgetting such a minuscule, but important detail. all the other times she had seen him, she had only ever regarded him as damien, her cousin. but today, for her own selfish reasons, he was her slytherin cousin. 

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                     ( READ: A SCORPIO AND A PISCES CAUGHT IN THE DARK ) 

     notably, it wasn’t her first offense. it wasn’t the first time sydney jung’s been caught out after hours. clad in her pajamas with nothing but her wand and wishful thinking. 

     2:38am, she had texted him.       2:40am, it showed read. 

     what other approval did she need?

     so, she’s here now. a clumsy figure roaming the halls of hogwarts in the dark. attempting to navigate her way to the slyhterin dungeons without the aid of light. not that it had been her choice. but it was better this than agitating every loud mouthed (and honestly mean) portrait in the castle in her attempt to do so.

     and if she’s honest, judging by the way she’s yet to sprain and/or cracked something open. it wasn’t too bad to travel in the dark. albeit slower. for fear rooted itself in the back of her throat and refused to give. tripping and falling off a moving staircase might just kill her.

    and then there’s the teachers.     the prefects.     the—whatever the hell else that roams the halls at night.

    god forbid she ran into that.

    actually—her face slams right into something firm, eyes screwing shut as her muscles tense—

    “oof!” 

     she might have spoken too soon.

    “i’m sorry!” what does it say about her that her first instinct is to freak? everything. but sydney doesn’t bother to think too much on it, arms flailing as she stumbles away from the figure. was it a teacher? is she to finally get busted after so long?

Willow was sitting at her desk in her office, working on grading a multitude of papers that had just been turned in last minute as usual. A cup of coffee sat on the desk next to her, spoon idly turning inside of it on its own. When she heard the door open, she didn’t look up until she heard the voice of a student she knew all too well. She looked up, an inquisitive look on her face. “Damien?” She was confused as to why he was there so early in the morning, but a wonderful smell filled her office and her face lit up.

She pushed herself up from her chair and moved over to where he was, subtly sniffing the air. “It smells amazing! What is it? Is it sweet?” Willow had a weakness for anything sweet. Even if it wasn’t, she knew that whatever it was was really going to make her morning.