christmas  time  was  now  in  full  swing  at  hogwarts,  &  cassius  wilkes  knew  that  this  was  the  last  moment  of  full  happiness  that  these  children  would  get  to  experience.  he  remembered  this  feeling,  one  he  had  when  he  was  just  a  third  year  at  the  school.  the  panic  was  ever  growing,  every  week  he’d  hear  about  the  next  muggleborn  taken.  every  week  he’d  be  terrified  that  he’d  lose  his  parents  to  one  of  them.

Part of Forrester’s deal for living on the grounds was maintaining it. Whatever McGonagall told him to do, he did it. He clipped the grass, washed the lavatories... At the present moment, he was mopping the stone floors of the north corridor - a hall so long that the floor was already dry where he’d started, and he wasn’t even halfway done yet. 

There was a trick, however, Forrester used to pass the time, and that was singing the Beatles’ album “Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”. He’d go one song at a time, singing through the lyrics, then hummed each instrument’s part until he was onto the next song. No one would ever care to sing along when passing by for any number of reasons. They could have somewhere to be, or not know the words, or not want to join in to some weirdo humming to himself in a lonely corridor. Still, there he swayed, dragging his mop in a figure eight across the length of the hall, muttering the words to “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds”. That one was his mom’s favorite; in fact, she never failed to remind her son that, had he been a girl, his name would have been Lucy.

Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band

       all  that  was  fathomable  for  nathaniel  as  the  year  was  drawing  toward  a  close  was  that  hogwarts  was  beginning  to  unsettle  him.  it  was  hard  to  be  who  he  was  as  the  world  was  changing,  &  he  was  finding  from  different  encounters  that  he  didn’t  even  really  know  who  he  was  anymore.  it  was  frustrating,  he’d  been  drinking  more,  smoking  more.  if  it  was  possible  to  make  one’s  body  into  a  toxic  wasteland,  nathaniel  was  well  on  his  way  toward  doing  that.

        nathaniel  was  outside  as  per  usual,  but  instead  of  smoking,  he  had  a  bottle  of  a  honey  coloured  alcohol.  though  he  seemed  to  be  a  rebel,  someone  who  didn’t  like  to  read  or  do  schoolwork,  he  was  propped  with  a  book.  unlike  some  people  of  his  type,  he  still  enjoyed  learning,  there  was  always  something  new  to  learn.  he  was  at  peace,  however  unsettled  it  may  have  been,  when  he  heard  the  movement  of  someone  else.  he  didn’t  know  WHO.

It had been a swell fifteen days since her last transformation, and she was in a terrific mood. No new scars. No terrible drowsiness. Actually, she had spent a majority of her morning flipping through herbology books in the library. She was looking into gillyweed for the most part, but took a particular interest in how it affects animals and whether animagi could eat gillyweed while in human form, then transform and still be affected by the mediterranean plant. She’d been hunting for hours and everything she read pointed to yes, until one source denied it flatly. 

The day had only just started, but it had started bad. After accidentally sleeping in and spilling juice on her homework that she was rushing to finish before class, she had decided that enough was enough. If she wanted to salvage the day, she needed to find a way to stop stressing out over her morning, which meant she needed to find someone to talk to.

Scratching out yet another line of her essay, Molly sighed heavily as she let her quill drop to the table. She had been trying to get her work done for about an hour and her brain did seem to want to engage; no matter what Molly did, she couldn’t get into the swing of things. Days like this irritated the Ravenclaw immensely because she felt really unproductive and as if she was wasting time.