* ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ / ʷᶦᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵎ

     if there was one person avery was never tired of, it was mulciber. ever since childhood, the two girls found themselves drawn to one another, and forged a bond that’s lasted for years. while they often tormented peers with callous pranks ( and had fun doing it with the sharpest of smiles ), there was inevitable downtime that struck the troublesome teens. of course they could’ve been doing anything more productive than just laying on their assigned beds --- in which, they’ve managed to push together with charms --- but it was oddly nice to just relax. at least for awhile, anyway. glancing over to ariadne, nik absentmindedly fiddled with the black-cased phone in her hands. she still thought the muggle tech was pointless, and didn’t completely grasp it yet, but she supposed there were a few notable things. such as being a troll, for example ( although why would anyone ever actually want to be a troll? did muggles have some weird fetish with creatures? so fucking gross. )

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     “Oh Nik,” Pandora sighed, watching as the first year ran away crying – making a note to find them later to hopefully ease some of their nerves. “If I had a galleon for everytime you freaked the living daylights out of people in tandem with Melpomene, I’d be able to buy ALL of Honeydukes out. Which, would be nice, really.”

     “LISTEN Avery, I appreciate the aesthetic you’ve going on but I don’t appreciate you scaring the tits off of me, fuck,” Riley backed away a few paces, “you’ve got such a Morticia Addams vibe and yet you use it for evil. The ugly evil too.”

“i’m sadly not terrified of spiders, nor am i terrified of you or your threats of biting me.” he spoke, moving to sit next to the girl. “now if your goal was to turn me on you are closer to achieving your goal than you are if your goal was to scare me.” 

Dorcas grinned at the girl before her, nodding sympathetically at her faux story. “I thought I heard screaming before…” she quipped back, her gaze jokingly trailing to the window to check for a stray first year still whining in the snow. “I suppose we have the same problem then,” she told the girl, patting the bit of ground next to her. “Might as well suffer the insomnia together.”

“ and here i thought i was the freak with the weird kinks in the family,” marlene remarked, grimacing as they heard the familiar voice belonging to nikoletta. “ she’s not my concern here, but what you plan on doing with her is, you’re not planning on harming the thing, are you?” 

“Oh please either that or you could harm me , your spider or you might not be lethal but i am so that thing better watch it back. also I  am the wrong person to threaten after all i am a prefect . ” the one thing narcissa hated more then anything was people who thought they would better then others . the blonde wasn’t afraid of putting people in their place when she needed too and the girl infront of her needed to be brought down a few pegs and she was the person who could do it .

Dorcas occasionally enjoyed utilizing her prefect privileges for things that did not include screening the nightly activities of her class mates. Every once in awhile, she took to sneaking away to steal a few moments for herself, to just enjoy the quiet solitude of the castle. Some of her favorite places to decompress were the towers (many times with a warm sweater and a good book.) This particular night, her feet had led her to the Clock Tower, where she very much expected to be alone… Glancing up from her book, she quirked a brow gave the stranger engulfed in darkness an unsure smile. 

“Well, well, well. What has you ripped from your bed at this hour?”

instead of spending his spare time that day in the greenhouse, he had spent his time baking cookies. baking was something he had done a lot with his mother so now whenever he was feeling sentimental he ended up in the kitchen to bake. however, this time he had made more cookies than he could realistically eat by himself. so the only option was to give them away.  “you know what would make this day even better?” he asked. “a chocolate chip cookie! good thing i have some with me. want one?” he asked, holding out the platter. 

It was a delightful feeling to get back onto the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. It’s what Benjamin was looking forward to the most every summer when he was home. This year, the alone practice was also a great excuse to get away from everyone who now carried those smart phones and whatnot. It had annoyed him greatly - they were muggle devices and did not belong at Hogwarts.

Once he had a shower and put his broom away, he left the pitch and walked past no less than twelve people with an iPhone. Plenty of his fellow students had tried to make him sign up for plenty of apps, including a bird thing, a book of faces and something that sounded way too much like stupefy. He’d refused - he didn’t even have a phone. When he eventually crashed into someone with their eyes glued to the screen, he’d had it. “Watch where you’re walking, you bloody idiot!” he snapped. “Why do you all have to stare into those every second of the day?”