#windy wolf

and also Dearest ig

With the coming of the christmas season, it was noted by most of the facalty at the school that the students were not as focused on their work as they would have liked them to be. However, of the 7th years, Flash Licht and Windy Wolf were the two that seemed to keep their noses in the books, and eyes on the lessons. However, as the last week of school before the holidays let them out, came to a near closing, it hadn't gone unnoticed by Professors Lupin, McGonnagall and Snape that Ms. Licht had been lacking in her work. No, not slacking as she would do on occasion, but lacking in work. Even on days that she chose not to show up, she'd still manage to turn in her work, thoroughly noted and neatly stacked; but this week she had been slipping. Her grades where falling and her Outstanding test streek had slipped to an Acceptable. It was disappointing to say the least. And in her potions class, she had recieved her first ever Dreadful, due to her constant sickness from the potions aroma and wincing every time something dripped from her cauldrens. Needless to say, the teachers weren't the only ones that noticed the strange behavior. On the Saturday morning where everyone was packing to go home for the holidays, Flash, as she always had, was ready to stay behind with the school. Every year she'd find some excuse to spend at least one hour in the morning to visit Snape, but that hour didn't come for the Professor. Not this year. No, instead, Flash found herself fumbling to answer the riddle that the Eagle had given her at the Ravenclaw Entrance. It was a poor effort on her part, but thank merlen the door slid open as some of the students were just leaving. One of the 4th years, Justin, looked at her. "Oh! Are you here for Windy? She's just inside there. Happy Christmas!" He piped as he left. Flash stepped into the corridor, walking straight away to her friend who was packing, but not to leave. She had been invited to stay with Professor Lupin for the weekend. She'd be staying in his rooms for the weekend. As her friend finally looked up to meet her eyes, she realized there was a legitament reason that Flash had come to see her, and offered a seat to her. "What's the matter, Flash?" She asked, clearly worried for her friend, indeed. But the slythering, unlike usual, couldn't find the right words to answer her straight away. Her eyes darted the rooms, distracted by the noise and comotions of those who were leaving, then they'd move back to look at Windy before landing on the floor. With her focus so intensely on the carpeted rugs, she sighed heavily, before looking back up at her. "Windy... I think... I think I might be pregnant."