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The dusty-haired Ravenclaw student sat on a stone bench under one of the older trees in the Hogwarts courtyard, tapping out a beat with his left-hand and writing musical notes on a sheet of parchment with his right; barely audibly humming the melody under his breath. Morpheus’ eyes roamed the courtyard, observing the other students rushing around and laughing brought a small lazy smile to his face. 

“She’s such a mudblood, I just -ugh!” 

Frowning upon hearing the dated phrase, Phe lowered his head and hunched his shoulders slightly; his mantra resounding in his head - keep your head down, stay neutral. Eyes returning to his parchment he scoffed as he noticed a large smudge across the page made in his momentarily distracted state. Crumpling the paper up in annoyance, he tossed it behind him.    

“What the-?”

A startled voice echoed behind Morpheus as they were hit by a carelessly chucked piece of parchment.  

“Sorry. That’s mine.” 

Phe answered with a bit of a flush on his ears in embarrassment.

‘ oh — excuse me, ’ she offered a faint smile of greeting, ‘ i’m a bit lost. ’

( katerina’s consciousness of being a famous world-cup winning seeker & player for a prominent british domestic quidditch team was not turned up to high today, it seemed. it was quite normal for teams to scout at matches for up-and-coming quidditch talent to recruit at the domestic & national levels. )

It was, all in all, a relatively fine day. A rather rocky start to his final year in school, though the nostalgia of it hadn’t hit him yet. He still had classes and homework and those pesky exams to worry about—although that was something for a different day. The finality of it all made it seem like he should be doing something more while he was here, taking advantages of what Hogwarts had to offer. 

reputations were quickly ascribed here at hogwarts school of witchcraft & wizardry , and professor burke’s handful of years’ experience as the defence against the dark arts professor & head of slytherin were more than sufficient. there was a running aversion to speaking her name aloud lest it summon her ( much like the late lord voldemort himself ) around the corner , with her penchant for incisive remarks & proceeding almost silently through the corridors , and this was not entirely unfounded. 

as the student unfortunate enough to catch her attention while commenting on something — ‘ don’t tell burke i said that , ’ and there was a distinct tone when she was the subject and not one of her sons — would find out, when she indeed glided around the corridor, brows raised: