Merry Christmas, June!

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Technically Andromeda was scheduled for patrols that night. The specific area had not been stated but she imagined it was likely places like the dungeons or the third floor corridors. Likely Alice and Frank had not intended for her to find her way out onto the grounds, but her partner had canceled and she was filled with the sudden need to not be under the castle ceilings. Robe wrapped tightly around her and warming charms cast around her, she found herself sitting on the steps and watching her breath fog up the air as she looked at the stars. It was an abnormally clear night in December, no clouds or snow. Just clear and sharp and cold. She had been fairly confident that she would be alone with her thoughts, until she saw a small figure headed her direction from the greenhouses.

Curiously and somewhat warily, she watched the girl approach until she recognized Eleanor Mabel - a Hufflepuff in her younger sister’s year. Taking a sip of the tea she’d brought with her, she gave an off handed wave. “Little late for gardening, isn’t it?”

Patrolling and stumbling upon Ellie seemed to be becoming an increasingly common occurrence. With little interest in docking points (too much paperwork) or assigning detention (too much effort), simply bringing her along had become her go to way of handling the situation. Perhaps if she were wiser, she might have been more hesitant to be seen with a muggleborn when she was so close to getting out without being discovered. 

But she found herself enjoying the Hufflepuff’s company each time they bumped into each other - and how much of a risk was it really? After all, anyone she came across wasn’t supposed to be there at all regardless.

On this occasion, she was contentedly listening to Ellie explain her latest herbology project with her usual enthusiasm when she felt that increasingly uncommon tug on her heels. Looking up with a sigh, she wondered if perhaps she could rig up some kind of box over them? If it didn’t affect the floor below, perhaps it wouldn’t affect what was below a wooden box?

Having been through this more than she would like, she hardly missed a beat as she turned and gently kissed the girl who was truly becoming a friend. “So soil really does make that much of a difference?” She asked, pulling her forward as they were finally able to walk