#epoch.start

。・ * ✧  marc  stood  hesitantly  at  the  edge  of  the  edge  of  the  forbidden  forest , simply  watching  the  party  commence ,  for  a  moment ,  as  he  contemplated  his  own  attendance .  part  of  him  ( the  prefect  part , he’d  realized )  had  begun  to  regret  the  decision  –  briefly  but  entirely  flooding  his  thoughts  with  ones  of  both  guilt  and  fear  –  but  the  other  part  ( the  gregarious  one )  had  prevailed .  he  had ,  after  all , vowed  to  himself  to  at  least  attempt  to  be  more  rebellious .  besides ,  what’s  the  worst  that  could  happen ?  he  thought ,  now  finding  himself  by  the  drinks .  he  eyed  them  all  for  a  moment ,  before  looking  at  the  person  next  to  him  and  asking , ❛  which  do  you  think  is  the  worst  option ?  or ,  no  …  best ,  ❜  though  he  hardly  gave  them  enough  time  to  answer  before  waving  his  hand  as  if  saying  to  forget  about  it  and  grabbing  whatever .   ❛  nevermind  ,  i  doubt  it  matters .  ❜  the  hufflepuff  held  the  beverage  in  his  hands ,  almost  too  scared  to  actually  drink  it .  maybe  it  did  matter ,  after  all .  he  spoke  up  again  a  moment  later  .  ❛  do  you  think  any  of  the  forest’s  residents  will  make  an  appearance ?  i  hope  not  …  could  you  imagine  if  one  did  ,  though ?  i  mean  ,  imagine  everyone  being  chased  off  by  an  acromantula  or  a  centaur  ,  ❜  he  paused  his  blabbing  for  a  moment  as  if  he  himself  were  trying  to  imagine  such  an  event  .  ❛  i  doubt  that’s  ever  happened  or  ever  will ,  but  i  do  suppose  that , either  way , those  are  the  risks  we  take  when  breaking  rules simply for  a  bit  of  fun ,  ❜ he  shrugged  ,  holding  his  beverage  up  in  a  silent  toast  before  taking  his  first  drink.

     alecto had never cared for school at all, yet there was one thing she enjoyed the most about coming back to the castle: first years. oh, how purely innocent and manageable those little brats were. so wonderfully naive, with their ideals - and  skins - still intact. alecto carrow would not have them like so for long, she would be honoured to show them what the real world had in store for them. the great hall was crowded to an end with students seeing their friends after the break, but she was not interested in that at all. she allowed her feet to glide over the floor and drag her out of the noisy room. the cloister she emerged to was contrastingly silent and unlit - darkness had always spoken to her on a spiritual level. she roamed the hallways, waving her wand swiftly to shut the light from every torch she encountered on her way. “who wants to play?” she cooed out into the tense air, uninterested in whether a friend or a foe was the one to hear her words.

『 franceska ❁ 』

            frank had been admittedly tense since the announcement on monday might. he’d been one of the first to eagerly pile into the classroom ms. pendergrass had set for her guest lecture, and he’d been one of the first to worry. he’d spent that afternoon scouring the castle for something, anything that might help with no luck, and he’d nearly shot out of his seat when dumbledore confirmed the worst. now, it was thursday, and the atmosphere in the castle was still grim, if not a little antsy. frank, like many others, wanted answers, and none were being given and he woke up every morning with his fists balled at his sides in pure frustration. this morning it had taken him longer to calm his breathing, thus when he entered the great hall, the benches were already stacked with students. winding his way through the tables, frank was just passing by a group of seventh years when he overheard the words that put a stop in his step. ...ran away, the bloody coward. me dad says she was no use anyway, probably realised she was fired for a reason and she had nothin’ to tell us. reckon they’ll find her drunk in the back of some pub on sunda---              ❛ don’t you DARE talk about ms. pendergrass that way, ❜  frank snapped, turning on his heel to stand above the boys who thought they’d been having a private discussion.  ❛ she was the youngest head of the auror department britain’s ever seen, and what, you think she got there on luck? she had more --- has more talent in her left toe then you have in your entire body. ❜  fists balling at his side again, frank could feel the built up frustration and anger spilling from his every crevice, and while the boys on the receiving end seemed to find it funnier than intimidating, he had no intention of stopping.  ❛ talk about a missing woman that way, and people are gunna start turning their eyes on you. you’re a right git, and i think you should give a little more respect to someone who was just tryna help. ❜  his breathing now heavy and erratic, frank noticed when the boys eyes flicked behind him and the gryffindor turned to see another student waiting to get past him to a free seat on the next table. relaxing his fingers, franks eyes fell to the ground, his breathing still heavy as he mumbled, ❛ sorry. ❜