#theddstarter

hera was wandering through the entrance hall, not really watching where she was walking when she collided with a fellow student. she didn’t bother to apologise, and instead shot them a displeased look, “watch where you’re going.” she remarked, before leaning down to pick up her book on potions.

The mundane tasks were perhaps the best part of her day. The cleaning, the feeding, the all too often corralling of countless magical creatures. Olga had just finished clearing one of her pens, for a good cleaning was in order, when her ever-present companion began to nudge his snout against her thigh. A clear sign he wanted something. “Max, if it was a treat you desire, you should have helped a bit more with the knarls instead of digging that curious nose in my garden.” She grinned, freeing a hand from its glove to give him some scratches above his nose. He seemed satisfied enough with that answer, and ran off straight to a figure who just happened to be walking by, she assumed. They were also, coincidentally, not far from her tools. “Hey there! Sorry about my dog. He loves people. Do you have a moment? And if you have a moment, could you hand me that bucket?”

Charlie still wasn’t sure how she felt about being stuck at Hogwarts over the break, on one hand she understood the logic in it, but on the other - she wasn’t able to go home. That was weird and she missed her mother and felt like she was still stuck during the school year, it was an odd experience being at Hogwarts and not actually be attending classes. With a small sigh she sits down in the Great Hall, her chin resting on her hand as she tilts her head, “So - what are we supposed to do here over the Summer?” She questioned softly to the people nearby.

Lindsay’s eyes closed- she has been strugguling to hold them open for over te minutes now. She sighed; she didn’t manage to  get a good night sleep yesterday, unfrotunately. ‘ You don’t have a pillow by any chance, do you?’ she asked as she let her head to a side, eyes still closed; 

“i curse rowena ravenclaw for these ridiculous stairs every day,” said hannah, as the stairs below her feet changed direction entirely, a sigh of annoyance slipping past her lips.

Persephone looked in the mirror and smiled nervously at herself. She looked great, she thought as she looked great in a red, sparkly dress that came to the middle of her thigh and her devil’s ears. She even had a tail and had paired it with black high heels. Her nails were matte black and she had given herself smokey eyes with deep red lipstick. Her wand was attached to her thigh with a black garter and in clear view. She wanted to have her wand, in case something happened.