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    it is the moon. there is no other explanation for it. at least, not one that sydney would sooner accept. after all, this wasn’t typical pisces behavior—what it was was typical scorpio moon behavior. which, sydney fitted the bill almost perfectly (as if her psyche attached itself to the description itself). and in which, it is perfectly fine for her to be here.

    fingers laced tight with another. hand lifting to tickle the grand pear before them.

         well, you live and then you die.

    “cmon, rina.” the ravenclaw ushers the gryffindor into the entrance, excitement climbing with her appetite as the warmth of the kitchen and a scent of something sweet envelops her.

    “do you think they’re still mad from last time…” sydney trails off, dollish eyes staring into the multiple pairs that stared back. and now, she figures, moon sign or not — now this might not have been a very good idea.

    “i—haha—” the laugh is awkward to the point of painful, using her grip on her friend to tug her forward and between her and them. “rina wants to apologize for last time… you know… the thing with the pie and all.”

    sydney offers her friend a nudge between ribs. eyes widening to the point of bulging and smile forced (frozen). “right?” she speaks through her teeth, head jerking toward the direction of the elves.

    “right, rina?”

     you do know we’re not leaving till we get what we came for, right?