#frecklesandmagic

Hello! Yes you’re right, they’re somewhere on the Quiddich pitch - pesky Peeves! Go hunt them down and we’ll be sure to award you at the end of the event!

This was... unusual. And she was actually feeling depressed about it. Eren and Armin had made plans for dinner... and had specifically stated they wanted her to go on ahead. As in, they didn't want her around. Now, likely, it was something that they were just trying to keep secret from her (the last time they'd acted like this, she'd ended up with two sheepish boys handing her two handmade sculptures for her birthday), but it still hurt. 

Slowly, she made her way down the staircase, burying the lower half of her face in her scarf. She didn't like crying, so she tried to just muffle it all behind the red scarf. But she... also didn't like being alone. Well, technically she wasn't alone. There were paintings and ghosts and students all over the place. But she felt alone, and that was all that really mattered. What made it worse was that she did have some urge to go talk to someone, but didn't really know what to do. 

She knew how to shout, she knew how to intimidate, she knew how to answer questions. But when it came to simple chatting? If it wasn't something important (academic, quidditch, health of someone, or something related to her prefect job), then she didn't really know what to say. So, she just continued walking down the stairs towards the dining hall, face firmly tucked into her scarf.

When Armin entered the Ravenclaw Common Room, Marco was the only one there, surprisingly, sitting and doing homework near the fireplace. Armin offered a smile in which he got one back and he made his way to the dormitories. However, Armin paused a moment to think. He had Marco had shared the same dormitory for 5 years - with their 4-poster beds sitting right next to each other - but they never really hung out or had an in-depth conversation about each other. They were both pleasant and friendly to one another, of course. But nothing too intimate ever came up.

Armin shrugged, turning around back to the fireplace. Armin had always been shy, but he was trying his best to be more social this year. Not to mention, he hadn't seen much of his other friends this year. So…why not make new friends?