WHO: Astrid Flint & Regulus Black / @reg-ablack. WHERE: A hidden alcove, beyond the second corridor. WHEN: February 15th, 3:04am.
So much pain. So much chaos. And in the midst of it, Astrid had felt conflicted; wanting to go to her cousin and find out as much information as she could; despite the reports leaking out that she was a Grindelwald supporter, not much mattered to her when it was in the situation of life and death. Thus she sat there, wringing her fingers together for what seemed forever as a sharp sigh escaped her lips, wanting to be able to do something — just anything, when it seemed that troubles upon troubles had been happening this term, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Would good ever arise out of this? She very much doubted so, but she couldn’t help but hope, and it was why she mused into the open air, “Just for once, it’d be nice if we could all get a break from this.” After all, she feared that Charlotte was very much still at large out there, and the danger she posed to her friends was a very real one.
