#fortunate:closed

Gaspard sat, arms pulled tight across his chest, as he watched his sister pace back and forth in front of him. She was, probably, too high-strung for whatever it was that was making her pace. But that was Cece. She overthought, over-emoted. Gaspard, in kind, overthought and under-emoted. But it worked. They balanced each other out. Gaspard had learned to keep his emotions in his core because he knew that it would benefit his sister. “Cece,” he said, his voice even--though there were hint of warmness reserved for her and her alone. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

Ted walked up with a smile painted across his face. His arms were full of a variety of brushes and paints--all the equipment he could find without spending too much. He had to at least give it a shot before he blew his money on something he could, very well, be terrible at. “I’ve got my stuff!” He called out to the curly head in the distance. His smile only grew wider as he stepped in next to Marlene.

“Potter, wait up!” Marlene exclaimed just as she stepped outside the class room doors. She stood still, waiting for his head to turn and their eyes to meet, only then did she make a move to step closer. “You were out so fast that I didn’t even notice you stepping out, what a talent.” The brunette looked up at her friend, flashing a playful smile as she caught up to his pace, her books still in hand. “It almost made it seem like you weren’t quite the fan of Herbology.” 

@silverelegance

Celestia was wondering the hall late at night due to she couldn’t sleep because of her nightmares . she doesn’t understand them but something tell her there were important , also they felt way to real for her liking . normally when she was younger she would seek out her brother but she didn’t want to bother him at the moment . Just thinking of her nightmares cause her to slip out of reality . “Please not now” she mumbles as she comes to a stop . it didn’t look like she was gonna go any further down the hall so she slides down the wall .

Marlene sat down in the empty classroom, her elbows place on the table in front of her, chin resting on her hands comfortably as she blew on a strand of stray hair. After Bellatrix’s little spell, she’d found her gorgeous mane had been turned into a mess of flyaways and frizzy hair. Oh, how she wished she could’ve been able to retaliate- Marlene had to admit, the gluing her tongue to the roof of her mouth before lashing out? That was absolutely brilliant. If there was one thing no one could take away from the eldest Black was the fact that she was quite talented with that wand of hers. 

@missmmckinnon

Gaspard walked ideally through the halls, no real aim or anything. Just walking. Though, this wasn’t unusual for the boy. Perhaps nothing was unusual for him. He didn’t seem to have the same qualms of keeping up a reputation as other seemed to. It was then that he spotted a small bob of hair up ahead. He knew her, in a way, Marlene Mckinnon. He thought he’d seen him talking with his sister now and then. “Miss Mckinnon,” he called, moving in next to her.