Smoke and Mirrors: [ Tracey | Lavender ]
Though Lavender was known to have her head in the clouds – because how else can someone be fooled by Ron Weasley’s intentions the year prior? – it was new for her to be this clumsy. If only she had heeded Draco Malfoy’s words to watch where she was going; her bag hooked onto an oddly angled sword of a statue, snapping the strap and letting all of her things inside clatter. The bag opened, revealing a storm of scribbled notes on tea leaf readings, a small tablecloth, and a crystal ball that tipped ever so slightly in the wrong direction.
Lavender was frantically shoving her school supplies back into her bag; if she wasn’t quick enough, Crabbe or Goyle would be just around the corner looking for an easy target. She cursed herself for not avoiding the statue, since it’s been nearly seven years and everyone had always known to stay at least half a meter from anything that had a point or looked like it could move.
The crystal ball rolled off in the opposite direction from where she was going, and Lavender hissed. Everything else was in order enough that she was sure she could dig out her notes and sketches for Divination later that day, even if most of it was crumpled and smudged back into her bag with the now-useless strap. Her wand was somewhere at the bottom of the bag, but she’d rather deal with just carrying everything across the castle for now instead of actually repairing anything haphazardly.
Since when had it been a good idea to carry that crystal ball around? Lavender didn’t use it as often as she was really supposed to; all of her effort had been put into projecting anyway and it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen anything in a while except her own reflection against the smoke. She quickly lifted herself back on her feet, dragging the bag with her as she chased the crystal ball along the wide passageway.
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