#grysage

sending hotaru was the perfect way to read things out ( there was no way the slytherin was going to go anywhere near the infirmary room after being hostilized ) and with a positive answer, brianna waits only a little longer: after two more classes she decides to skip on today’s muggle studies class and make her way to the hospital tower. the lesser people around the better, probably.

although it had been established their relationship was a chill one -- or maybe, precisely because of that -- a friendship could hardly be something to get in their way and, after the manner the last game had ended, brianna assumed a friend was what sage needed, not someone trying to sneak their hands into her skirt.

the hospital wing hasn’t changed one bit, and the slytherin has her fair share of memories within these walls--she’s had a couple accidents just like sage’s in her days and well, that’s not something she misses. no, what she misses is the dark haired on the bed by the window. “got your note,” brianna announces herself as ever, no long chases. “many visitors today?” she questions with some sincere curiosity, opening the box of every flavour’s beans she had brought to the convalescent gryffindor. 

october 2015, with @grysage

hanging out with gryffindors have become quite a challenge ever since her break up and the blow up with a certain fifth ( now sixth, she supposes ) year boy. no, bree is not in any way content about it -- despite what anyone might say -- but a rumor about her promiscuity is certainly better than one about her paternity ( and the despicable soul’s whereabouts ). still, it would be a lie to say she did not miss hanging out around the boisterous lions from the quidditch team--when they looked past the rivalry, at least.

so that’s when she spots a head of dark hair on the trail from hogsmead to hogwarts, the slytherin quickens her step, honeydukes bags swinging against the cooling autumn air. “sage!” brianna calls out, only to see that yes, she was correct, and here was one of the gryffindors she was most civil with. except that she can’t remember when was it the last time they’ve even spoken, and awkwardness makes her shoulders slump and lips remain shut for a little longer.

song qian believes in her students, truly. what she taught was a complex craft that not everyone was gifted in, so she took care in her curriculum and tried to provide as much information and assistance to her children as much as she could spare. however, not even she could look the other way when she graded their essays. and it pained her when she had to mark failing essays. the sudden knock on her door was unexpected, but welcome nevertheless. she was quick to arrange the schoolwork into a neat pile to the side, before assessing girl and mirroring an equally crestfallen expression.

she hated it when she saw her kids so meek and distressed.

sage -- when have i ever needed your support? or silas’, for that matter? that’s my job as an elder sibling, not yours. the only reason why i’d ever say i care about you is when you actually doubt that i do. do you doubt it, sage? after all i’ve done for you?

and you can’t be a disappointment forever, so what’s your point? we both have better things to do than stand here while you accuse me of being a fake bitch and i try to do something productive with my time...which is more than i can say for you, sage. don’t you have a class to get to?

wow would you look at the time haha! gotta go, i have a class to get to. make an appointment with me if you want to talk after class ok bye

honesty hour. ( x )