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Post by Lindsey Bryce on Dec 9, 2020 2:07:40 GMT 10
The sound of screeching owls and flapping wings made Lindsey look up, a sparkling in her eye as she remembered the events of the day prior. So many letters, daily prophets, magazines were going everywhere and she made a point to grab all three magazines and the prophet.
The first one she opened up was Muse Magazine and read the article about herself. It was awesome and she made a mental note to send him a letter of thanks. Asif was a nice guy and she had a sneaking feeling have a reporter on her side was a good idea.
The second one she opened was Witch Weekly and read the article about Jaxen and his family. 'Remain without closure' and 'accidental' did not sound like good things and she hoped her mother's letter would reveal some insight.
The third one was Prospect Magazine and from the very start she had a bad feeling. Was Elizabeth molded to have no ambition for herself? What was her family like? Were they really like that? Now Lindsey was curious if Elizabeth did have any true ambitions. She didn't think that the ministry was using students, but than again, she felt a lot of people used kids for their own gain. The meeting had been great and she personally had enjoyed it.
Skimming through the rest, she noticed the mentions of Anjay Xcalyn and about his own interview. Pulling open the daily, she felt her blood run cold about the robbery and she read it over twice. What chaos might come next? Her mother was a healer, so she might be needed to help people if these items were used.
As things began to settle, Lindsey looked up to the sound of gasping and beamed with pride as she saw the broom shaped package. As it landed, she quickly offered her mother's owl bacon and began to unwrap. "A Ironbark!" It was awesome and she lifted it from the table to take a good look. "Tom, we might need to take this Bonnie broom to the pitch." She said in her thick highland accent as she propped it against the table to read.
The blessing about the internship was great and she beamed with pride. As she read on about the Ashworth, she looked up and towards the direction they went. She wanted to show this to them immediately. Not only because they appeared to be connected, but she wanted to know more about the rumored neglect... Maybe someone he knew might be able to help.
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Across the great hall, her mother's owl had made a loop and dropped @gavin off his own letter.
Mo Mhac(My Son), How are you? Are you enjoying Hogwarts? Anything fun or exciting? Your father is so excited to have you home soon. Have a great day and write soon! Do Mhàthair(your mother)
Last Edit: Dec 9, 2020 3:54:45 GMT 10 by Lindsey Bryce
Post by Reena Ashworth on Dec 9, 2020 2:52:39 GMT 10
Reena stopped in her tracks, looking at her brother, flabbergasted. "It's not?", she asked. She thought he had been worked up about taking an internship away from home and leaving her alone with the responisbility.
Something must have happened and she beckoned Jaxen to speak, preparing herself mentally to hear something upsetting about the tea. Nothing could have prepared her for what her brother was about to tell her however and as she listened her mind was racing and so did her emotions and she did not know where to look so she just stared straight ahead.
It was as though she went through all five stages of grief in a matter of seconds, except 'bargaining' was replaced by another denial, 'depression' was replaced by another anger and there sure as hell was no acceptance, only more denial.
How come they had never heard about any of that? Their father possibly murdered? Falling from grace? She knew the answer of course: Because their mother never told them anything important not did she find it necessary to prepare them for anything in life. No wonder Jaxen had avoided her yesterday. It all sounded like a conspiracy theory, only was their family the center of it- and they knew none of it. Because it 'upset mother'. She really had to fight tears at this point.
Reena was about to focus all her pent up anger away from Jaxen and towards their mother as she was used to doing when her brother showed her the picture. She had not expected to have a strong physical reaction to seeing a happy family picture but it was her happy family and her legs threatened to betray her so she had to take a step back.
Having a face to the father she did not remember yet had missed every day for years, until she had made a deal with herself not to think about 'what ifs' anymore, was like a soft blow. And seeing her younger self being affectionate with him, kissing his cheek, made her stomach feel funny and she suddenly regretted having breakfast. It was not until she looked at her mother in the picture however that she finally lost her battle to her tears and the first ones started to run down her cheeks.
In that moment she did not feel angry anymore, she rather felt... Reena did not know how to feel. It was all so much, how was she supposed to deal with it all? All that had been stolen from them?
A notion stirred inside her, an understanding of sorts: She was starting to understand why her mother had hidden herself from the world and from responisbility. Reena stiffened. She was not going to sympathize with that woman! She couldn't... could she?
"Jaxen, I-", her shaky response was cut short when at least two dozen owls swarmed the two of them with letters.
"What the...?" She opened the first one addressed to her and skimmed the short message of encouragement from a reader of 'Witch Weekly' and then another one of smypathy which was enough for her to make the connection to Jaxen's interview. "The nerve of some people...", she mumbled. She would never write strange children directly about a matter that did not affect her. It made her feel exposed. All these strangers reading about their family, some probably knowing more than them, reading about it all years ago when it was still fresh.
Reena quickly wiped away her tears, feeling embarassed about them despite having a good reason to cry. Just- she never did infront of people, not even her brother had seen her cry since they were little. The letters actually had been a welcome distraction in that sense. On the other hand-
Oh no. A quick glance across the Great Hall told her that the other Ashworths had also received their fair share of letters.
"What are we going to to do now?" Her voice sounded hollow in her ears. They could count themselves lucky if their classmates had enough decency not to pry information out of them. information that they did not even have.
She would have to get hold of that article- and a Daily Prophet too...
Tiana's muscles were stiff as she rolled out of bed, her hair in a messy side braid. She stretched and sat up on the edge of her mattress, rubbing at the small pains in her arms she felt after dealing with the pixies. Ti hardly got sleep, too upset that she and the others weren't able to contain the creatures themselves. And even though staying in bed and sulking all morning sounded ideal, Tiana was hungry and had to start preparing for Gryffindor practice.
After a lightning-quick shower and dressing in some of her warmer robes, Ti hurried to the Great Hall where she saw other students already enjoying their breakfast; some were almost done! She stared in Slytherin's direction when she entered, not knowing if Amara Seabrook would catch her looking, and sent a smirk of sorts her way. Tiana didn't know if it came across antagonistic or competitive but both were acceptable. It was almost game day after all!
“Amelia-bloody-Twiggs!” shouted Tiana from several feet away. Her eyes lit up like two volts of energy when she spotted Amelia sitting down and serving herself breakfast. The last time Tiana saw her, she was bedridden and miserable! Tiana sprinted over to her friend and teammate and went for a big hug, before realizing it may hurt her. She flinched in fear of harming Amy again and dropped into a seat beside her. Amy had her undivided attention.
“How are you feeling, Ames? Much better I hope?” Ti asked, grabbing for some thick cut bacon and other delicious meats from the center of the table. “We'll need our Beater for practice today, so I'm hoping you're up for it,” she said with a smirk, dumping some potatoes on her plate. “But if you're not, no worries,” she was quick to add just in case.
Tiana briefly acknowledged the others at the table, offering Anjay a nod and Grace a big smile. She chomped away at her food as owls flooded the room with the post and other magazines. Tiana glanced over them when they dropped to their table, rolling her eyes at the magazines with Anjay's face plastered all over them. As if he didn't get enough undeserved attention!
“Where's the Daily Prophet?” Ti questioned, pushing the trash magazines to the side. She quickly found what she was looking for and read the front page, her eyes growing over the night break-in at Knockturn Alley. “Numerous objects of a dark and tainted nature were stolen,” Tiana read aloud, taking a bite of bacon. “It's always bad news,” she mumbled.
Halloween had come and gone, leaving nothing but dissatisfaction this year. As prefect, Kaspian Kettles wanted to strongly lead his group of volunteers in overcoming that pesky lot of pixies. He wanted to report to Professor Rivera with a summary of their success. Unfortunately that wouldn't happen due to their attempt being cut short -- but Kettles looked past that small shortcoming, proactively replacing it with excitement for his scheduled orientation later.
"Let me get this straight," Kaspian said, stepping inside the large hall with his pal, Luckett Langford. "Peeves punched you in the face?" he asked with a laugh, looking at his slightly taller best friend. "Because it sounds like he punched you in the face," Kash insisted, his laugh continuing. He found it funny the poltergeist had found a way to sock Lucky in the face, but was equally upset he didn't witness it. There would always be more opportunities though!
Kash normally sat with Hufflepuff for breakfast, but as a new prefect he felt he needed to show house solidarity -- especially after the events of Halloween. He left his best mate and wandered toward his table, hands in his pockets. He nodded at the Ravenclaw first years and sat a couple seats away from them, but sat close enough if they needed him for anything prefect-related. Kaspian continued to mind his business as he pocketed some nuts and drank his apple juice.
He looked overhead when tons of owls screeched into view, dropping their deliveries all over the hall. He caught a copy of one of the magazines and the Daily Prophet, first reading an article about his housemate, Jaxen Ashworth. It was a nice article that paid tribute to his parents and he hoped Jaxen wasn't bothered by the spotlight.. yet had a hunch he would be.
But it was the front page article of the Prophet that caused him to drop the magazine. Kaspian intently read it not once, but twice, absorbing the information like a sponge. What was worth stealing at Knockturn Alley? Did this have any connection to what happened at Hogwarts? Halloween was known for pranks, but the reported theft didn't read like holiday antics.
Last Edit: Dec 9, 2020 6:02:55 GMT 10 by Deleted: I had permission from Lucky for them to arrive together!
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Dec 9, 2020 8:04:38 GMT 10
Elizabeth sat by herself as she ate, though she took care to observe the faces of her housemates as they passed through. She was still planning on how to use the free time to the best of her ability, to maximize all of her skills, when the owls came. This was what she had been dreading. Receiving a copy of the Prophet, as well as a copy of Prospect Magazine in addition to her letter, she tore into the Prospect.
It didn't mention her, for the most part though throughout the article it did mention how people like her didn't have any ambitions. That was preposterous! She would be very good at whatever her parents decided for her, and in the meantime she would gain skills other ways. Next, she glanced at the Prophet, but it didn't seem all that interesting.
The letter from her parents sat unopened. She glanced at it nervously. Would they be pleased with her? She had thought so, when she had applied to be a prefect. She read over the letter, holding her breath the whole time, though by her face it was clear that she was shocked.
Married? As soon as she left Hogwarts? It was...certainly not what she had been expecting. Besides that, by the way everyone else spoke, the Xcalyns were certainly not 'disrespectful.' She wondered what the family had done, sending a glance over to Anjay before quickly looking back down at the letter to read it again.
They didn't need her to have any skills? It didn't make sense. Why would they give her all those tutors, help her succeed, if they didn't want her to be at the top of a career track? She decided she might as well start making a list of boys that she wouldn't mind marrying, assuming that her parents would appreciate a male partner rather than a female one, though Elizabeth herself wasn't decided on that front.
She realized she didn't know too many boys her age. There was Anjay, though he was apparently the bad sort. Jaxen, even if she had been getting his name wrong. Langford, the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain who's name she'd invoked against Myrtle last night. There were a few boys in her house, though she didn't know Shores all that well and Mardling, was, well, a bit scary, honestly. She wondered if the boy would even be her age.
Feeling a bit queasy from the sudden surprise, Elizabeth left the rest of her rather boring breakfast without even a glance at the tables to see if either of her siblings had arrived, deciding on either making a list or drafting a letter to her parents asking for some explanation. Had her interview really been that bad?
Amelia was enjoying herself as she chowed down, not even seeing her youngest brother. As she sat there with her friends, she was enjoying her meal when suddenly, she heard her name being called and a hug engulf her. It didn't take long for her to make the connection of who it was and she returned the hug. As she sat down, Amelia looked at her and smiled brightly.
"I'm feeling fine, Ti. One hundred percent on the mend. Madam Pomfrey said I might have a little discomfort around my face, maybe a weird feeling... It does feel a little tingly and tight, but she said I was fine." Amelia said, grabbing a piece of toast and putting some egg on it before she folded it in half and ate some of it. "And you better believe your beater will be there!" She said, a smile on her face as she remembered the remark from Madam Pomfrey.
"Try to keep the excitement to a manageable level today, at least."
Yeah, that was likely not going to happen, but she would just monitor her own body. As the owls swarmed into the great hall, she kept an eye out for one of her parents, but if they were in the hall, they didn't come to her own table. As she chowed down, she took notice of the magazines and saw Anjay's face one them.
"Oh, Anjay? How did that go yesterday?" She asked, since she had missed him due to being in the hospital wing. "Also, was anything interesting going on last night?" She was curious if anything interesting happened on Halloween, but maybe it was a quiet night? As Tiana grabbed a daily prophet, she waited for her to read some of it and stopped mid-chew as she read it.
"Dark and Tainted?" Amelia asked as she thought about some things that it could be. "Makes one worry, that is for sure..."
Anjay's interest level increased slightly when Grace mentioned that her search party had taken on a group of pixies. It was almost as interesting as taking on Peeves... not quite as interesting, but it was still something. He admired the fact that she seemed particularly courageous and fearless for a 1st year. He himself had always been so cautious, a "look before you leap" type.
"No, we did not find him," Anjay confirmed and left it at that. It wasn't his business to speak anymore on the subject as he really didn't know anything else. His attention was immediately drawn to Amelia, apparently finally free of the Hospital Wing and looking extra cheery. "Glad to see you back on your feet, Amy!" he called to her with a genuine smile.
He listened to the girls catch up as he took time to really read through the news. News of a break-in at Knockturn Alley was discouraging. And after the Minister had so publicly been at Hogsmeade on the same day? Anjay couldn't decide if he was being paranoid or making a meaningful connection. He would have to write his parents and try to get an answer. He'd bounce ideas off of Jurni as well.
He turned back his attention to the girls to answer Amelia's question. "I'd say it was a success. The press certainly enjoyed themselves," he said with a dismissive wave to the magazines. He decided he would leave it at that. He wouldn't comment on the Knockturn Alley situation unless directly asked, and he hoped he wasn't directly asked. He hated commenting on things when he didn't know the facts, and he was definitely in the dark regarding this situation.
Post by Tobias Twiggs on Dec 9, 2020 10:24:48 GMT 10
Toby entered the hall at a run- not unusual considering that seemed to be his default pace, but the first year seemed to be a little more enthusiastic in his entrance than usual. Of course that was because of what the day entailed, his first ever Quidditch practice! There was little more exciting than that, well... Other than his first ever Quidditch match and that was coming up soon as well.
He gave a wave towards the Ravenclaw table where he saw Joe was sitting with another first year that he vaguely recognised, but instead of heading over to sit with him, Toby gestured that he would meet him after breakfast so that they could walk to class together before he ran over to join the other Gryffindors.
It didn't take Tobias long before he'd located Tiana and Amy, they were in their usual place at the table and by this point Toby was practically buzzing with excitement. Hurrying over to the fifth years, he practically slammed himself into place beside his older sister, sending a glass of orange juice toppling over in his haste- which he promptly ignored.
"Amy! I knew you wouldn't miss practice!" he exclaimed, his words coming fast and almost jumbling together as if his mouth couldn't keep up with his brain. "We're going to CRUSH Slytherin, aren't we Amy? I don't think we even really need the practice?!" he rambled on, not noticing how loud or fast he seemed to be talking.
"Bacon!!!" Toby suddenly seemed to realise that there was food on the table and surged forwards to grab a handful of bacon from a nearby plate, upsetting a jug of water as he did so and barely seeming to notice.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Dec 9, 2020 15:33:33 GMT 10
Grace was happy to see Amy and Tiana were all safe and good. She looked up to the Gryffindor Quidditch captain greatly--she was so cool! Grace smiled, feeling just a little bit out of place among all the fifth years, and glad Amy was okay. She glanced at the Ravenclaw table, wondering if Gerald was there or if Jamie would want to talk with her before class.
Grace looked up at the sound of owls, some people getting some other magazines or things but all that there was for her was a copy of the Prophet, which she glanced at briefly, knitting her brows together. Dark objects stolen? That wasn't good. She didn't know what she could do about it, but she did wonder if it had to do with some of the things that she had discovered in the past few months.
Suddenly, it was as if a hurricane had struck the Gryffindor table. Grace giggled a little when he slammed beside Amy, and wiped up the orange juice with a napkin before it could touch her plate or any of the food she might decide to enjoy later, though she left the most part of it alone, not wanting to reach over for something as silly as cleaning up. She tucked her copy of the Prophet away.
"Oi," she said, "Do you wanna soak the breakfast table?" She frowned at the jug of water, which dripped on the sides of her robes. She poked a napkin at it, too. She wished she knew some kind of cool drying spell to fix it, but it was just the edges of her robes. She doubted it would be that important. Would Professor McGonagall really care all that much?
Either way, she was glad that her teammates were all here. She was certain they could beat Slytherin, though she had not played much before and she had heard rumors about how fearsome the Slytherin captain was. Still, she remained hopeful.
Post by Jade Arwell on Dec 9, 2020 21:08:16 GMT 10
Jade yawned widely as she entered the hall, giving the enchanted ceiling a bored glance to make sure she wasn't going to get caught out in a downpour. Not that she had any plans to set foot outside today, but it wasn't often she was allowed to stick to her plans. What if Ti expected her to cheer her on during practice or something?
She made her way to the Gryffindor table, keeping her eyes firmly ahead to resist a glance to the Ravenclaw table. Was Nyx there yet? Damnit, she'd looked. Huffing, Jade dropped into a seat by her best friend and snatched at some breakfast rolls. She grunted in greeting, then sighed. She was emotionally drained from yesterday, but letting it get to her too much wasn't going to help keep her mind of Nyx.
And stupid Tess.
'Hey, Ti,' she greeted their lovely captain. 'Everyone else.' Jade added a friendly enough nod to Amelia, and whoever else was around. Where was Jacob?
Nibbling at her roll, she glanced over the schedule. For once, she was disappointed to see they didn't have any classes to help pass the time. Sitting outside and watching people zoom around on broomsticks seemed to be her only option, then. Unless she could find someone else to bother that afternoon.
If she got desperate enough, she might even attend that Founder's thing. Maybe. It was awful enough the first time, so maybe not.
'Any plans for this morning?' Jade leaned to nudge Tiana, giving her a pleading look that silently made it clear she wanted to spend some alone time with her. 'I've got nothing.' She shrugged, keeping her back to the Ravenclaw table.
Don't look. Don't turn around.
She grabbed another roll, glaring as owls swooped and swerved around them. She spotted a magazine with Anjay's face on it, making a grab for it to see if there was anything mock-worthy inside. Nah, just some boring praise stuff about some speech.
'Do they cast a charming spell on you for these to make you pretty?' she teased, holding the magazine cover beside his face as if to compare. She flipped through some of the articles, though there wasn't anything especially worth her taking the time to read them more thoroughly.
Unlike the Daily Prophet, which she snatched at first sight of the headline. How did something like that even happen? Why weren't they telling people what was taken? It was really suspicious, and caused a knot of worry in her stomach at what potentially dangerous items were out there in the wrong hands. Then again, stolen or bought, those things still existed right? That was a bad idea all around.
Post by Ryan Barrow on Dec 9, 2020 21:10:06 GMT 10
Ryan's hair was a mess as he trudged down the endless Ravenclaw steps, muttering his daily hatred of the tower as he went. Were they really necessary? Sure, the view from their common room was so stunning it hardly seemed real, but he'd rather stare at a brick wall than ensure those damn stairs.
'Ravenclaws must be great at Quidditch,' Ryan muttered, dropping into the nearest available seat by Joe. 'All those stairs, keeping us fit. It's ridiculous.' He glanced around for Toby's Gryffindor colours, disappointed he hadn't joined them for breakfast today. He gave Jamie a shy wave though, not wanting to be rude.
Busy trying to decide what to eat, Ryan yelped when an owl flew close enough over his head that it moved his hair. He ducked in reflex, then blushed once realising what was going on. Not too interested in magazines or news, Ryan shovelled eggs onto his plate and perused their timetable. Transfiguration wasn't too exciting, but Charms could be interesting. Maybe they'd learn a new spell or something?
'Lots of classes today.' He sighed. 'We're still gonna sit together, right? With Toby too?' Ryan shyly asked Joe. It would be some time before he could truly believe they were his best friends forever, and wouldn't just get sick of him one day.
He didn't understand what the Daily Prophet or magazines were about, so chose to ignore them and focus on his classmates while enjoying his breakfast.
Post by Sophia Rhynhart on Dec 9, 2020 21:13:51 GMT 10
Sophia hated everything.
She hated that the sun rose at its usual time today. She hated that it was getting colder and she'd lost her third scarf already. She hated last night's flooding and her regret in thinking it was in any sense a good idea to try and help with it. And most of all, she hated that she'd been trapped in a nightmare of drowning – waking constantly through the night.
She was exhausted and cranky, her hair as black as her heart felt. She slumped into a seat, barely away of Lucky, Harris, and Kier, as she squinted at the food. How much would she need to eat to fall into a food coma and skip the day away? The Hospital Wing had beds for her to nap in.
She snatched her timetable, still not saying a word to anyone. No classes? Small miracles. The Founder's Frivolity was happening again, though thankfully optional this time. She and Phe had made it fun last year regardless, but given the option? Yeah, no thanks.
Sophia grumbled, taking an angry bite of an apple. Those who knew her would know that she was not to be messed with right now, and would probably fail at basic conversation until she'd at least had a full meal.
She hated owls too. And magazines, letters, newspapers – who cared? The world was awful. Especially places that had lakes, oceans, or big rivers. She shuddered, face pale, as she remembered the feeling of reaching for the surface as she sank, never getting there and unable to breathe.
'Where's Phe?' Sophia mumbled. She needed her bestie today. Phe made everything better, and had no doubt been aware of the nightmares since they shared a dorm and Sophia vaguely remembered waking via thrashing with her sheets a few times.
She swatted at an owl, sighing as it insisted on delivering her the Daily Prophet. Sophia's eyes widened at the headline, briefly distracting her from he exhaustion and post-nightmare crankiness. There were some magazines going around as well, but she didn't care much for reading in her state. She'd have a look later.
Her attention went to the Daily Prophet instead, starting with the most important article – the new Quidditch world records. She flipped through the others, working her way backwards to the main headline. She wasn't surprised by it though, so returned her focus to Quidditch stuff.
'Think we could do any of those next practice?' she tried a joke with Lucky, though sighed as her mood just wasn't suited for social chit-chat today. Where was Phe?
Post by Lucas Mardling on Dec 9, 2020 21:14:55 GMT 10
The Great Hall was quite busy by the time Lucas arrived, having gotten held up with some research. Having successfully fled from any nonsense of the previous night, he'd enjoyed the time spent in the common room until it was time for bed. He especially enjoyed getting to sit close to Amara, brushing elbows and then having her head on his shoulder. It was worth sharing his pastries for.
He spotted her as he headed to the Slytherin table, confidence growing as he headed to sit beside her. It was a bit presumptuous and bold, but he didn't care. He'd slept well too, and his new skincare gel arrived so he was feeling quite fresh. He'd taken his time showering, dressed impeccably (as always, without robes), and was ready to face the new day.
He shot a glance to the Gryffindor table, pleased to see Thatcher hadn't arrived yet. He smirked, serving himself some fruit and pastries. There were some younger years around, though most of their attention was on whatever magazines were arriving. Was that normal? It didn't feel like it.
Intrigued, and always on the lookout for blackmail material, Lucas collected one of each variety he could find. Ashworth, Bryce, Doren, and Xcalyn... interesting. Those were students he didn't have as much material on – no the useful kind, anyway. He settled to read through them, though absent-mindedly gathered a copy of the Daily Prophet as well.
Post by Jacob Thatcher on Dec 9, 2020 21:16:05 GMT 10
Jacob had stayed face-down on his bed, over the covers, for most of the night. He was sore and angry, though no one commented on it and assumed he was asleep by the time they'd come in. He'd missed the Halloween feast though, something his friends would no doubt have noticed.
He also had an uncomfortable feeling that Anjay noticed his defeated state last night, since the Prefect had come in later than the others. Something about a missing student, Peeves, or whatever? He was in no mood to care, for once.
Heading to the Gryffindor table, Jacob glared at Slytherin. He shrunk away though, still remembering the torture they put him through. Taking his wand was bad enough, but he winced when sitting by some familiar students. He got his wand back, but not his dignity. He could still remember being thrown onto his back, then the pain of being pinned down by Mardling's shoes.
He tried not to cradle his injured arm, but it hurt too much otherwise. It wasn't his writing arm, thankfully, but bloody hell it hurt. The burning curse chafed against his shirt sleeve, but he didn't dare uncover it. Jacob was determined to just ignore it.
The problem, besides his occasional wince and notable cradling of his arm, was that he had a clear and undeniable cut across his cheek. It was clean and intentional. He hadn't thought this far ahead, so scrambled to brainstorm some possible excuses. He avoided making eye contact with Anjay, just in case.
'What'd I miss?' he casually asked his friends, as if nothing was wrong. He ignored the owls and chatter, focused on his timetable without realising that was also a sign something was off with him today.
No classes? What was he supposed to do, then?
Read magazines, apparently. Some were dropped in front of him, though he doubted they were for him because he was only subscribed to Quidditch or recreational stuff. He snorted at Anjay's face on some of them, but brushed the others aside.
'Bloody hell, you seen this?' Jacob asked his friends, wincing as he moved too quickly and pain shot up his arm. He held up the Prophet with his other hand, showing off the headline. 'Bet it was some real dark stuff, too. Why is that place even allowed to exist? Nothing good comes from it. You'd think the Ministry would catch on.'
He nodded at Tiana's comments, turning the Prophet back over to finish reading. The Quidditch world records sounded interesting, and he felt sad for whatever an Occamy was, but couldn't take his eyes of the main headline.
He snorted as a first year toppled some orange juice. It spilled towards him but he didn't care. 'Watch it, mate,' Jacob said, shaking his head. 'There's nothing worst than soggy toast.' He looked away at the mention of Slytherins though, sighing as he cradled his arm again.
It was going to be a long day.
Killed by Devin Kudosen by act of the Killing Curse. June #24, RPG year 1 -- he was a 5th year Gryffindor. Jacob died to save his best friend, Luckett Langford.
Post by Amara Seabrook on Dec 9, 2020 21:17:30 GMT 10
Amara eyed Tom as he sat down. He looked nervous. He was spared from her questioning though, as Lindsey arrived as well.
'Fine. After practice.' She nodded, gathering some nuts from the table. It was time they got a move on with those arrangements anyway, so why not then? Unless Lindsey did so badly at practice that Amara no longer wanted to associate with her, of course.
She glanced at Elizabeth, wondering where Victoria was. Amara had plans to speak with both of them, having had to cut things short the night before in favor of sleep.
'Of course I am.' Amara frowned at Hanna's question, though didn't even spare the girl a glance. She eyed the ceiling, checking the weather and hoping post hurried up. She was expecting a letter from Kaia.
She eyed Ashworth as he approached their table, but lost interest when his focus was just on his younger sister. Amara hadn't interacted with the Ashworths much, as she'd had no reason to – good or bad. She didn't get any magazines, but took some from Lucas to give them a glance over before returning them. Lindsey and Elizabeth both had interviews, which earned them some consideration from Amara, but not so much she felt the need to bring it up.
'Save me a copy of that one,' she said to Lucas, indicating to Prospect Magazine. She hated Chadley Trent and the crap he published, but it gave her some ideas on how to approach Elizabeth and that article might come in handy.
The Daily Prophet caught her eye. Amara narrowed her eyes at the headline, surprised she hadn't gotten any owls from her father's associates or even the man himself. She wondered what was taken and from which stores, though of course the Ministry didn't say. She wasn't too worried about it though, unlike many others, apart from being surprised someone could steal from Knockturn Alley. Unless they were intimately familiar with the place?
She finished her breakfast, downing a goblet of tea while reading about the new Quidditch world records. She'd love to set a few of those.
Finally, a familiar owl dropped a scroll of parchment in front of her bound with a blue ribbon. What was with Kaia and ribbons? Smiling, a rare sight indeed, Amara opened it with care and read about Kaia's latest adventures. Included was a child's drawing of a Quidditch pitch and green-clothed players. She was getting quite good.
Her attention jerked to Lindsey when a broomstick arrived. 'Impressive,' she said, pleased that someone on her team was taking things seriously. 'Just in time for practice, too. I sure hope you can handle a broom like that, Bryce. I guess we'll find out.'
She eyed Elizabeth, who read a letter that seemed to have some sort of impact on her that wasn't good, but didn't comment. She knew what that was like, but made mental note of it for later.
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