An active, character-driven Hogwarts experience set in the early 2000s. Unique items, plots, and features. Non-canon; this isn't Harry Potter's story, it's ours.
Post by Jaxen Ashworth on Mar 12, 2021 19:14:53 GMT 10
Whilst the majority of the school were buzzing about the impending Quidditch match that morning, Jaxen felt quite relaxed and at ease. It wasn't Ravenclaw playing anyway, so as far as he was concerned he had nothing to worry about- apart from the fate of that letter he'd helped Reena to write the previous day. Would she even get a response from their grandparents? It was impossible to tell, but it made him feel uneasy all the same.
Arriving at the Great Hall, Jax hesitated when he saw Reena talking with Mardling... Was she betting on the match? It was none of his business... His sister was free to make her own choices and her own mistakes- even if he wasn't the biggest fan of her being pals with that guy, or gambling in general. She was a big girl and could look after herself... And being in Slytherin, she was bound to talk with the older students, even those that he himself tried to avoid.
Heading over to the Ravenclaw table, Jaxen immediately sought out Mathias and upon locating his friend- they were definitely friends now, they'd talked about art and special trees, there was no going back. He took a seat opposite him and tried to focus on his breakfast and not on whether or not the mail would bring more unwanted letters.
"Are you excited for the match?" Jaxen attempted to make conversation as he piled scrambled eggs onto his plate. He didn't know if Mathias liked Quidditch, his girlfriend was the Captain of the Ravenclaw team so he'd jumped to the assumption that he must have some vague opinion about the sport- if all else failed, Nyx could chime in once she arrived.
Last Edit: Mar 12, 2021 19:34:13 GMT 10 by Jaxen Ashworth
Nyx was in the habit of waking early for either lessons or to get a head start on personally set goals. This morning, there were no early lessons, which mean she had the time for herself. These were the moments she lived for: the quiet ones, the peaceful ones, the ones without anyone disturbing her. However, a typical morning in the castle was far less lively than it was today. This was undoubtedly in response to Rickard's new rule for playing Quidditch players.
After taking the time to apply some subtle blue eyeshadow and don a slinky blue scarf, Nordstrom breezed throughout the castle. She had a book for light reading tucked under her right arm, along with a couple pieces of parchment for possible note-taking during today's match. She expected the event to be either horribly dull, forcing her to bury herself into a good book, or extremely eyeopening, cuing her to diligently record both teams' play strategies.
But as soon as she reached the dining hall, her good mood evaporated. There was a large crowd blocking the door, all placing bets for today's match. Nyx wasn't normally a betting girl, finding the whole thing to be a waste of galleons. However, things were different this year. She was captain and felt she had a deeper knowledge on how each team would perform. Plus, it would be another way to stick it to a particular team or player if you were to bet against them—because let's face it, there was no way Mardling was keeping these bets private for long.
"Twenty galleons on Slytherin taking the win," Nyx sighed loudly, pushing her way toward Lucas. "I'll also wager that first year Chaser on the Gryffindor team makes more goals than Thomas," she added with a simper, handing the galleons over. Nordstrom smirked as though the thought amused her, whether that was because Tiana performing poorly would be a delicious sight or because a first year outperforming her would be entertaining.
"If there's a problem with that outcome wager, come find me," Nyx mentioned, trying to maneuver around the cluster of clamorers trying to get their own bets in. "I'm heading to my table," she clarified, looking only briefly at Mardling before quickly turning to leave.
She moved past the rest of the students and made way to the Ravenclaw table, pleased to find her boyfriend sitting in wait. Mathias looked handsome as always, causing her heart to clench with even more adoration. She quickly slipped into an empty spot beside him and offered a kiss to his cheek, before moving her lips to his ear and whispering a soft greeting of endearment.
"Good morning, Jaxen," Nyx added to the boy sitting across from them, not wanting to be rude. Normally she didn't care to greet everyone at the table, but she knew Ashworth to be a friend of her boyfriend, and any friend of her boyfriend, was a friend of hers. Well, until they tested her patience, or crossed her. So far she hadn't had an issue with the Ashworth boy.
Last Edit: Mar 12, 2021 20:34:31 GMT 10 by Deleted
Sitting at the table with hunched shoulders, Sebastian merely picked at his breakfast, stabbing and unstabbing some of the scrambled, vegan eggs on his plate. They were a nice plant-based alternative to traditional eggs, entirely made with turmeric and mung beans to create their egg-like texture and flavor. But not even his wonderful meal could cure his disinterest about today. It was all Quidditch, nothing else. A day without the Beast Reserve? That sucked.
The reality of being unable to goto his favorite place left him broody and grumpy, which wasn't his usual demeanor. If anyone were to notice him in this state, they'd know something was wrong. He normally tried his best to be as pleasant as possible, but the thought of being trapped on the pitch and watching a bunch of his peers score on one another wasn't very interesting, especially when he could've been taking care of fantastical beasts instead.
But there was one thing that could make it all the better, or rather, there was someone who could make it all the better. Harris Teague. Sebastian couldn't even bring himself to look over at the Hufflepuff table to find him, with the hole in his chest prominent and anxiety causing his knuckles to whiten as he gripped his fork. Would Harris even want to sit with him during today's match? He'd probably sit with his own gaggle of friends—Langford and the like.
The more he thought about it, the more Sebastian hoped he was wrong. He had enjoyed the previous day and their time spent together at the river. He believed they formed a friendship, albeit a rapidly formed one. But that was a good thing. That meant they were a good match, really compatible. The question was, compatible in what regard? Sebastian still didn't know, but the inquiry earned the Hufflepuff table a cursory glance, all in hopes of finding Harris' eyes.
Last Edit: Mar 12, 2021 20:59:54 GMT 10 by Deleted
True to form, Jurni Xcalyn arrived to the venue all sunshine and energy. She'd been up earlier than usual, not because of her own excitement, but because of her housemates' anticipation over today's match. Jurni wasn't a Quidditch fan by any means, but she was a big fan of her friends, and if her friends like the sport, she was more than happy to participate in their fun—but not all their fun, giving those of them that gambled their galleons a disapproving look.
Her curly hair was damp, as if she had just gotten out of the shower. It was tousled by wind too, undoubtedly from her quick make through the castle's corridors and past the bettors blocking the entrance. She noticed a couple of familiar faces at her own table, but walked across the way towards her older brother. It had been a while since they'd spoken, and since she expected him to avoid the pitch, it seemed like their only opportunity to talk today.
"Good morning, Anjay," Jurni beamed, dimples forming at two sides of her cheeks. "Did you have a good sleep?" she asked cheerily, smoothing the bottom of her skirt and taking a seat across from him. She hoped she hadn't taken someone's usual spot, but quickly assumed it would be alright. After all, most of the people she noticed sitting with her brother at meals were Quidditch players. They wouldn't be there, not with Headmaster Rickard's new regulation.
"I wanted to ask your opinion on something," Jurni casually mentioned, looking over the mountain of food and pitchers containing some of her favorite morning beverages. "Do you think mother and father would allow me to adopt a pet?" she asked, taking hold of the orange juice and filling her goblet. It was something she wanted for a while; something for her to take care of and offer love to, especially when she couldn't always do so with family.
Last Edit: Mar 12, 2021 21:38:18 GMT 10 by Deleted
After the 'fun' of last night, it hadn't taken Rylan long to get sleep, upon return to the Gryffindor Common Room. He wasn't quite sure just how the practise had gone with the Ravenclaw girl he had asked to be his partner, but maybe it would be worth asking her to the ball?
Today though, it seemed that the upcoming awkwardness was the last thing on everyones mind, as the excited chatter could only mean one thing. Quiddy Day! Though he didn't play himself (though he may still try out at some point), he was keen to watch and support his House mates.
What he wasn't so keen on was Mardling's little scheme. He didn't really want to be a part of the Slytherin's get rich quick scheme, but he understood that for some it was all part of the fun. Good for them, he thought as tucked into breakfast, making sure to save an apple for later.
After the match, he had started to collect few keys, so maybe he could investigate that later, if there was time? Then again, he still had that Herbology Homework to work on, so maybe the keys would have to wait until tomorrow.
Rylan glanced over toward Xcalyn, as his sister approached, and smiled a little to himself. He didn't have any siblings, so he often wondered what it was like. That, and the Hufflepuff was kind of cute. Bubbly too, which he liked, but he suspected that if Anjay knew what he was thinking, he would probably kill him.
Jamie had gotten up to the sound of a buzz in the air. Maybe it was because everyone was excited about today match? Even if it wasn't Ravenclaw? Jamie didn't quite understand they hype... Maybe it was because to him, Muggle sports were more interesting? He was going to go today, only because Grace was playing and he wanted to give her the support she deserved.
Once he was ready for the day, he headed to breakfast, but stopped near an older Slytherin to place a bet. Why not, right? He had some Galleons... This could be interesting, right?
"Um... Twenty Galleons on Gryffindor winning," he said shyly before handing over his money and heading on to the Ravenclaw table. He noticed that Ryan and Joe had not arrived, so he sat by himself, grabbing some apples and nuts to add to his collection of things in his bag. The banner had looked really good the night before, so he was sure they were doing finishing touches.
While Quidditch remained a focal point of conversation, it was mingled with growing concern among 4th years and above as they remembered that the Founder's Bal wasn't too far away. With it came the panic of having to find dates, write home for dress robes, and what little time they had left for all of it.
The screeches of owls signaled the arrival of post, bringing with it the morning's issue of the Daily Prophet. Professor Fairburn, for those who were familiar with her or took Care of Magical Creatures classes, certainly caught their eye on the front page.
Rest assured that we've no drama on our end from being in the public eye. Your Grandma and I are quiet proficient in avoiding unwanted questions and attention. As mentioned in our last letter, we've run interference so nothing got back to your mother - but we doing quite well, yes.
Your Grandma's little window garden is thriving, so I've attached some of her sweet cranberry cookies you kids love so much.
Of course, we weren't surprised that the recent round of public nosiness into our family affairs has arisen questions from you two, always mature and curious beyond your years... however, I'm afraid we must disappoint you in being selective with the answers we give. Or rather, I give. Grandma does not wish to bring up old wounds, as there are still those yet to become scars.
We do, of course, appreciate you writing to us rather than your mother.
Marcus and Conrad are our beloved sons, born close in age but with quite different goals and perspectives in life. They were almost inseparable. Marcus was the level-headed and practical one, and Conrad the high-achiever who didn't always think before he leaped. Marcus was in Hufflepuff, and Conrad was in Gryffindor. Merlin knows the number of owls we got from the school when they were so often caught exploring the castle after hours.
You asked us who they were and what they were like, and this is where I must disappoint you. There is both too little and too much to tell in one letter. The truth is, Conrad hadn't been home for some many years before his death.
They both spent most of their working hours at the Ministry of Magic. Conrad did some freelance work on the side as well, which we know nothing about. I understand and sympathise with your desire for answers, but we made a promise to Aubrey not to speak of what happened. Perhaps one day you'll be ready for the truth, but for now you just hold tight to our stories, okay?
They were brave, adventurous, and clever. They loved you, that's what matters. You kids got the best of them, more than anyone else. I've included a photograph of Marcus (right) and Conrad (left) when they were young. They always had a fascination with the unknown, demanding many trips to the vast seaside over the years.
I'm sorry we cannot give you the answers you seek. Your mother was adamant you weren't ready yet, and we must respect that she knows better than anyone why that is. She and Lula Sallow went to great lengths to keep you away from all the drama and danger, especially in those final weeks. We have to trust in her.
Enjoy the cookies. We hope your studies are going well. Grandma and I will try to visit over Christmas, if possible. Give the others our love too.
Your letter was confusing and unnecessary. You don't need to consider potential matches, as we're the ones making that important decision. Why would you need to make a list? That's a ridiculous assumption.
We can assure you that a career is of no use to you. Marriage is much more convenient and keeps things as it should be. We don't need a demonstration of your "skills", just your obedience in respecting that we know what's best for you. Keep your head down, complete your studies, and keep your distance from the unsavory sorts. Let us handle everything else. No more nonsense about having a career, all right?
Again, your list is of no use to us. It's unlikely your ideal husband will be someone you know as your company is questionable at best at that school. And of course you don't know what is proper in terms of wealth and background. That's why you have us, to know and decide things for you. Put this from your mind. We will inform you once a decision has been made.
If you insist on attending that silly ball, we have included some new dress robes for you to wear. Take care of them, as they cost money and we won't be sending a replacement if you ruin them - they are not for you, but to ensure you don't make a mockery of our family name. Your dance lessons as a child had better be money well spent.
Signed: Mr and Mrs Doren
The letter is attached to an elaborate gift box with a big, pink bow - a style Elizabeth recognised as one of her mother's favourite French designers. The box was for show, but the dress robes inside were quite elegant and a perfect fit. They were pale blue to match her eyes, and decorated with pink butterflies. The ruffles around the neckline and shoulders were shaped into roses. Simple, yet silky to touch.
It was the most lavish gift she'd received from them, though it was by no means as impressive as many of her mother's own gowns and dress robes. Elizabeth's dress robes were almost plain in comparison, considering most of Mrs Doren's close friends and associates were all world-class designers.
--
To: @jurni
I is hoping your day is wonderful, Miss Jurni.
Ida received her shiny Medal of Justice last night, like it is saying in the Daily Prophet. She is giving it to Lenni to keep safe for Miss Jurni, for when you is turning of age. Lenni is taking this duty very seriously. I is letting you know it is safe.
Ida is also wishing to know when Miss Jurni and Mr Anjay are doing their Ministry of Magic internships. Lenni is saying he doesn't know, but I is promising to ask. Please reply when you can, Miss Jurni. Ida is really wanting to know so she can be advising you there.
Post by Arthur Hocking on Mar 14, 2021 1:25:41 GMT 10
Arthur gulped when he heard Elara say his name. This was it. She was going to kill him in front of everyone. He expected this, but it didn't mean he was ready for it. So his plan hadn't worked out. Maybe he should've asked Hanna, instead.
"You were supposed to ask Hanna," he said, raising his hands up in surrender, "Reena helped us getting to the Charms lesson. Or she tried to, so I thought I could make things less awkward. You know, two birds, one stone?"
Then again, dancing with Reena had been awkward and Hanna and Elara hadn't become friends again. So it was more like he'd thrown the stone and it hit him on top of the head. He was glad for the arrival of letters and the news, hoping that they would interrupt Elara's anger.
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Mar 14, 2021 1:45:32 GMT 10
Elizabeth watched as people approached Mardling for bets, which she found even more distasteful. Why waste Galleons on chance and a foolish game? She was much more anticipating the letter from her parents, and perhaps she was hoping for a nice set of dress robes.
She was pleased when the mail did come, and with it, an intricate pink box that Elizabeth was certain contained her robes. She recognized the style, but decided to read the letter in case her parents had given her any specific instructions regarding the dress--or who she was supposed to ask to the Founder's Ball.
She was a little stung by the letter, but she was familiar with the attitudes of her parents. Elizabeth had simply made a mistake, and they were correcting her. That was all it was. She could've sworn that, in the last one, they had asked her to indicate if there was anyone around who had a good background, but perhaps they had wanted her to be certain.
With the few clues given, Elizabeth wondered if her match might be from Beauxbatons Academy, where she might've attended school had her family not moved to the UK. With a little sigh, she imagined a polite French boy her age with kind eyes and definitely not 'cabbage for brains.' He would be talented, as Elizabeth was sure that her parents wouldn't want a fool to be her husband.
She nodded at the instruction to keep her dress robes clean, and savoured the moment before opening it. It wasn't often she received a gift, and this was for doing practically nothing. All she had to do was dance properly, and that came as easy to her as anything else she had been studying since she was a child.
Elizabeth opened them and gently touched the robes, having made certain that her hands were clean. They were so soft...simple, yet it was the most beautiful thing Elizabeth had ever received from them. She admired the pink butterflies on the blue of the dress, ran her hand along a rose. Yes, these were the type of dress robes Elizabeth would take care of.
She was, for a second, a little disappointed that they were not as extravagant as the dress robes her mother sometimes wore, but she was much more excited that she was being such a lovely gift. She was hopeful that, if she proved herself with these ones, she would be able to wear things more like her mother's in the future.
Elara continued to butter her toast, listening to Arthur ramble on about some elaborate plan he'd had to get her and Hanna back to being friends again. It was ridiculous, if Hanna wanted to talk to her then she would and vice versa. The Slytherin girl had made it pretty clear that their friendship was over, why else would she have made every effort to avoid and ignore her since the daymoth attack.
Taking a bite of her toast, she grimaced upon realizing that she'd been a little too generous with the butter in her determination to avoid eye contact with the boy sitting beside her. His intentions had apparently been good, but the execution was flawed.
"Hanna and I are capable of deciding for ourselves if we want to spend time together, Arthur" she answered, pushing the toast away from her with a displeased grimace and pouring some orange juice into a glass instead. "We don't need anyone playing matchmaker..." nothing good could come from forced interactions and trickery- it would just cause more unnecessary drama and work to push both girls further apart.
"If you want to dance with Reena Ashworth, then that's fine"she continued, reaching to grab some apples and a handful of nuts from the table in case she got hungry during the match later. "I was going to suggest we go to the ball together, as friends to avoid any awkwardness but if you'd rather go with her then that's fine"
"I'm sure Reena is lovely once you look past her personality" Arthur was a good friend, she liked to believe he could be honest with her, even if she didn't like what he told her.
Post by Ryan Barrow on Mar 14, 2021 16:30:24 GMT 10
It seemed they'd had a sleepy start to the day, as owls already filled the hall. Ryan blamed that on their late-night project and then his nightmare. Sharing a bed with Joe left him sleepy yet oddly refreshed. Content, perhaps? It was a strange but welcome feeling. He could only barely remember the nightmare now.
He shied away from the noisy crowd that were apparently betting on the match. Ryan considered tossing a few Galleons in himself, but he'd never even seen a Quidditch match before and didn't feel he knew enough about it to risk money on. Maybe another time?
Heading to the Ravenclaw table with Joe, who'd kindly waited for him to get ready before they'd gone to breakfast together, he was disappointed to hear about some new rule that meant they'd missed the chance to wish Toby good luck before the game. He checked Joe still had their banner safely tucked away for later, then they sat at a quieter spot at the Ravenclaw table. Ryan wanted to enjoy his breakfast in relative peace.
'Have you ever seen a match before?' He asked Joe while pouring milk on his cereal. He snagged a piece of bacon, awaiting an answer. Gosh, he was so thirsty too... 'I hope it's not too dangerous. Those Slytherins sound pretty mean.' He shuddered, reaching for his goblet of juice.
To pass time, as his excitement grew for seeing his first match and cheering Toby on, Ryan perused the Daily Prophet. He frowned at the front page, having no idea who Professor Fairburn was but he was glad she'd helped save those poor creatures. Why would anyone want to steal and hurt them like that just for money? It was awful. He hoped they got in lots of trouble.
The other articles didn't interest him much. Ryan skimmed the protest stuff, and didn't know who that Ida person was anyway. Why was it newsworthy that that Dumbledore person was in Peru? Ryan knew he used to be headmaster of Hogwarts but it was still a weird article to highlight, in his opinion. Bigfoot sightings would be way more interesting and useful.
He picked at his boring cereal, daydreaming about all the yummy stuff Honeydukes sold. Cakes... chocolate... he wanted it all. Were there snacks at the match? Worried he'd starve, Ryan grabbed some nuts and an apple as well. Still not as awesome as cake, but it'll do.
'We should probably head to the pitch the second breakfast is over,' he added to Joe, glancing around to see if Jamie or Gerald were there too but couldn't spot them. It was so busy today. 'That way we might beat the rush, and still have time to grab a stick for our banner.' He shuddered at the thought of getting trampled in a crowd, resolving to eat faster so he was all ready to go.
Post by Lucas Mardling on Mar 14, 2021 16:51:47 GMT 10
Lucas accepted Reena's extra Galleon, nodding as he added it to her bet. It was nice when someone actually listened to him and realised he talked a lot of sense. A part of him hoped she won though, as it would make him look even more impressive.
He watched her head to the Great Hall for breakfast, making a decision to mention to Amara that Reena Ashworth had potential. He'd bring it up later, if Slytherin won - and tomorrow, if not. If they lost today, he was making himself scarce like any sensible person would.
Despite having few or far-between interactions with Nyx over the years, he was pleased that she joined in on the betting. He snorted, unable to withhold his delight at her wager - which he gladly accepted.
'Oh, no problem here. None at all. I think it's brilliant.' Lucas grinned. Oh he hoped to find a way to leak to Thomas that someone was willing to put money on a 1st year scoring better than her. He was still chuckling about it as he accepted a small Ravenclaw's bet for Slyth... no, Gryffindor?
He was also eager to share with Amara that both the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw captains bet on Slytherin winning. Win or lose the match today, he was confident she'd appreciate that morale booster regardless. His records were typically secret, unless bribed for a price, but some were too good not to mention.
Lucas got a break from all the counting and note-taking as the post arrived. He leaned his back against the cool stone wall, awaiting an owl to bring him anything worth a distraction. There was a letter with a familiar seal, which he crumpled into his pocket with a mental note to burn it later. Then he skimmed through articles of the Prophet, finding none of them very useful - though he rolled his eyes at Xcalyn achievements making the news again. Who bloody cared?
He glanced around to check no one was waiting or approaching to make a bet, then carefully read through the front page. Lucas had never taken Care of Magical Creatures, as he had no desire to be mauled to death and be graded on it, but he made a point of knowing all the Professors. The story was certainly interesting, but even he thought the smugglers were stupid. It seemed like a pathetic way to make money, not to mention that was way too much effort.
Done with the Prophet, he sighed. Okay, he was bored now. When did the match start? He was eager to find out which wagers actually stood a chance. Lucas did quite enjoy watching Quidditch, even if he only ever played casual games in backyards when coerced to do so. He was a barely decent flier at best, but enjoyed the sport for the entertainment it provided. And of course the betting that made him rich.
Post by Jonathan King on Mar 14, 2021 22:09:03 GMT 10
Down was always a lot more fun than up and by the time Joe and Ryan arrived downstairs at the Great Hall there was a crowd gathered around the deal kid. He gathered that there were bets being placed and he slowed down a little, tempted to toss a few galleons in support of Toby.
Ryan did not seem to want to approach however and Joe did not want to go under in a crowd by himself so he stuck with his best friend. Upon noticing that owl post was already in, he waited to see if his parents had sent him an answer regarding his broom and was a little disappointed when no owl came for him.
Sitting down away from the noise, he grabbed himself some toast and beans for breakfast before showing the banner in his pocket to reassure Ryan it was still there. He looked up from his meal when Ryan asked if he had aver seen a match before and nodded.
"My dad took me and my cousins to a league match some years ago", he said. Truth be told he did not remember much from the match itself but he did remember the energy of the stadion and how happy he had been. "I couldn't tell anyone at school about it of course but it was really cool!"
Joe could tell Ryan was worried about the dangers and while some worries may be approriate, Toby played as seeker so he was sort of outside the harm zone. "Toby's gotta watch out for bludgers but that's what they've got a beater for", he said as casually as possible.
He skimmed the front page of the Daily Prophet and smiled when he read that a Hogwarts professor was doing so much good for creatures. That must have been exciting! Joe almost could not wait until he could take thatcreatures class now. Seeing that hippogriff in the paper was really cool.
Joe finished his beans and followed suit by putting an apple and nuts into his pocket for later. He nodded in agreement when Ryan said they should get going before everyone else rushed to the pitch to get the stick. or a stick. Ryan had said Joe was really good with sticks so he felt confident he could find one with ease.
"I'm gonna place a bet real quick", he said. The crowd may have dissolved by now and he did want to show as much support as possible. Besides- he trusted in Toby's abilities.
Getting up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before hurrying towards the door. He sighed in relief when he saw the Deal Kid by himself. Fumbling in his pockets he spoke up: "Hello. I'd like to bet ten galleons that Gryffindor catches the snitch and wins, please"
He had heard about some fee so that made 15 galleons in total. Joe accidentally got out 16 so he had to take one back from the older Slytherin boy and got ready to retreat back into the safety of the Great Hall and to Ryan.
[OOC: mention of cousins with permission from Elara King]
Last Edit: Mar 16, 2021 18:11:54 GMT 10 by Jonathan King: staying
Post by Reena Ashworth on Mar 14, 2021 22:42:10 GMT 10
Reena's thoughts were interrupted when the owls arrived. She looked up, ready to receive post and yet an anxious knot seemed to form inside her stomach while she tried to spot any owl that was coming her way with a letter.
At first there was a Daily Prophet delivered to her and she skimmed the front page before another owl dropped off a letter with familiar handwriting. She put the newspaper into her robe, wanting to read about Dumbledore in Peru later. She was not too invested in magical creatures and while it surely was a good thing to stop smuggling and mistreatment, she did not care much about it or professor Fairburn.
She was much more interested by the letter and looked at the unopened envelope for a solid minute. It was adressed to her and Jax so this was definitely a reply to their letter from yesterday. If she was completely honest, she had not expected such a quick reply and where those Grandma's cranberry cookies she smelled?
Now she definitely could not finish her egg so she took an apple for later instead. She might be able to eat once she had read the letter and had her mind occupied. She got up from her seat, looking across the hall for Jaxen.
Since he did not seem to make his way to her, she started walking towards the Ravenclaw table, unopened letter in hand. She did not immediatly spot her brother but she did see the platinum blonde hair of Nyx Nordstrom, the Ravenclaw captain Jax had sit with yesterday and her hunch appeared to have been correct.
As soon as she saw Jaxen however, she slowed her pace. As soon as they were together there would be no reason not to open the letter and see if they got the answers they had wanted. With answers only an unopened envelope away, Reena suddenly did not feel as sure of herself anymore. And what if their grandparents had decided not to answer the questions?
The presence of cookies at least told Reena they did not hate them for asking. But still. She was not sure what would be worse: Answers or no answers.
Trying to catch Jax's eye she waved him over with the envelope.
Post by Arthur Hocking on Mar 15, 2021 9:14:02 GMT 10
Arthur shrugged, listening to Elara's words. "If you two would talk to each other, maybe you could find something that works a little bit better than me not being your dancing partner."
The blame was not entirely on either of the girls, Arthur thought, and as he wasn't especially close to Hanna he felt like the best he could do was talk to Elara. If it had been Hanna instead of Sinead, maybe the two could've worked things out over the not-detention.
Arthur cringed when Elara started talking about Reena. "I don't like her, like her!" he said, feeling his face heat up. His mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario that he'd seen in many, many movies. She'd probably poke fun at his reaction and say he did have a crush on Reena just because he'd said it like that.
"I just think you guys could be a little nicer to each other." Arthur said, "And I was going to be happy to be going to the dance with you--as friends--just as soon as I figure out which dress robes are best."
He didn't want to look like a joke just because he'd never worn a set before, and it was a pressing concern on his mind.
02 | 
19 | 
20
February
