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                             ( READ: A CANCER AND A PISCES AND A TREE )

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    she’s done worse. admittedly, she’s done far far far worse. but this was perhaps a close second. maybe by a few millimeters to first. maybe even a micrometer. well, it didn’t matter. not when cold sweat streaked down the slope of her neck with every gust of wind that nipped at her skin, kept her back pressed firm against the trunk of the age old tree.

    whomping willow. somehow, the name struck as something to steer completely clear from. if her own conscience hadn’t been clear about it, she’s sure blake would have voiced his warnings about it years back. but of course, she’d forgotten as soon as the majestic plant entered her line of vision (and he didn’t).

    and to her credit, it was absolutely still.     so still, in fact, that she might have taken the giant thing to be dead.

    it isn’t now, as she’s come to find. but before, she had thought—well—maybe she hadn’t thought it thoroughly enough. seeing as the tree jerked back to life as soon as she moved within range—leaving her little to do in a panicked state but move forward. deeper towards danger.

    which, leaves her here. now, stranded, near whimpering with every jerk of the famed tree’s branches. her wand a tantalizing inches out of reach. this is a lesson to be taught to all, if anything, she should’ve listened to today’s horoscope.

   “hELP—” she squeaks, a feeble cry while struggling to squint past thick branches swaying relentlessly. “meeEeeEeeEee!!”

          the slytherin girl is making her way back to the slytherin dungeon when she spots her. a suspicious, familiar figure standing in front of the one-eyed witch statue that would lead to honeydukes if they did the right thing. a rather terrible attempt at sneaking out if you ask her. it’s the person who she’s more interested in than the act of sneaking out itself. her steps are quiet as she walks up to the girl, a devious look in her eyes. “ well, what do we have here? ” a gasp. “ you wouldn’t happen to be sneaking out now, would you? ” in other words: please let me tag along with you, or else i’ll snitch.

          should she have a reason for bringing an ouija board down here? it only took four goblets of firewhiskey for rina’s judgement to become even more questionable and whip out her wand to accio the ouija board under her bed to come down to the chamber. freckled cheeks red from the alcohol, the moth girl sits nearby the slide surrounded by bones, and she already has someone to commence the ritual with. “ alright! so put your index and middle finger on the planchette. i’ll start us off. ”

rina is all about being spontaneous, so much so that it’s practically her middle name. so what’s the deal this time ?? well, tonight's itinerary involves the forbidden forest, a drunken slytherin, and thestrals. obviously, this wasn’t planned. but rina didn’t protest when she’s whisked away by yuko outside the great hall. it’s a good thing she didn’t drink. not that it would’ve made much of a difference.

left arm linked with the other witch’s right, they venture deeper into the forest. “ do you think i’ll be able to see them ?? ” she asks, her voice more of a stage whisper than a hushed one. “ i did see my hamster die right before my eyes a couple years back—before hogwarts !! ” a small frown forms on her face just thinking about it. “ poor guy got snatched up by moose !! ” 

then a more thoughtful expression takes its place.

“ i guess that means he still lives on ?? he became one with moose and like, sustained him. but my point is, hamster deaths count, right ?? i still loved jeff with all my heart, even though he did have a two-year lifespan. he was the cutest hamster i ever owned !! ”

and the only hamster she’s ever owned.