#zabinoscuro

      The corridor was crowded, a throng of students, all moving in a tidal wave towards their next classes. Through the masses of robes and book-bags, Arthur could barely see the corner he was about to turn — but thankfully, he knew this place all too well, and he navigated his way to Potions with ease.

        Taking his usual seat, a few desks away from the loud-mouthed Slytherins who occupied the chamber, he allowed himself to sink into the state of existence he was often in when within these dungeons; one that was very much on the verge of sleep. It wasn’t until his view of the board was obscured by the back of Zabini’s head that he managed to summon the energy to spit abuse at his classmate.

             ” ——— Oi, Blaise, you whiny piss baby —                                                    you’re blocking the view.”

She was nearly done. Very nearly done. Just a few sentences. And then she could tie up the loose ends. Then she, Padma Aarti Patil, could finally give the story she'd worked on for years the ending it deserved...