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Orla was beginning to feel full. Either that or the news and gossip about werewolves was making her feel queasy.
Did no one here realise how dangerous werewolves are? She overheard some of her housemates talking about the monsters possibly being near Hogwarts, but Orla puffed out her cheeks in disbelief. Older kids were so weird; either they were flippant about attacking a werewolf or they thought one could come through the front doors at any moment! Her Aunties would be spinning across the room with how hard they would have rolled their eyes.
Orla ate her last slice of toast, readying to leave. The article about Spring Garden advice really caught her eye and she hastily tucked the Prophet under her arm and stood - then there was more yelling.
She tried not to stare, but there were two Gryffindors standing on the Ravenclaw table. She knew the boy with porridge on his face had been wronged, and it was very, well, Gryffindor, of his friends to defend him, but she hadn't expected this. She gazed at her housemates as though they were poised for a fight, a strange tightness in her chest. For an agnonizing few moments, Orla was torn between yelling encouragement (for which side, she didn't quite know yet) and heading to her first potions class.
She stood, tight-lipped and wide-eyed for what seemed like ages, before her upbringing won the battle...sort of.
"G-get 'em!"
She squeaked, apparently to or about no one, before she practically ran from the Great Hall to her first potions lesson.
Nyx had been eating her usual plate of fruit when Amara strode past the Ravenclaw table. She stared, a fruit-filled fork hovering her plate, and watched as King's face flopped precariously into a hot breakfast bowl. There were many audible gasps at the table, but all Nyx could muster was an exhale of sorts—albeit, a brief and melancholy one. It wasn't surprising, not in the slightest. Nyx gathered Amara was upset about Jonathan, and like usual, needed to vent frustrations.
Tension wound unbearably in her chest, but Nyx dared not divulge her sympathies with the first year. After all, King wasn't a friend or family member—only a player on her team. Yet she wished to save him from his feeling of embarrassment, and any further feelings of pain that he might've felt from the hot porridge that dripped from his cheeks in chunks. But, she didn't. She couldn't. Nyx showing compassion for someone other than her inner circle? Maybe if hell froze over.
She disappeared almost completely behind the latest issue of the Daily Prophet when it arrived, only looking up when she thought she'd sensed her boyfriend. But it hadn't been him, just the constant cries of concern from other first years surrounding her. She'd taken a careful sip of tea, an attempt to calm her nerves, as she delved into the news about the latest werewolf attack.
Mouth pressed into a thin line, Nyx's eyes traced over the same two paragraphs of the Prophet, finding herself utterly incapable of processing a single word of it. She pinched the bridge of her nose, close to giving up entirely when someone saying her name broke through her meandering thoughts. Her head shot up, and she brushed away the flaxen locks that fell into her face. The corners of her lips twitched upward as Jaxen happily greeted her, asking about how she slept.
"Um," Nyx cleared her throat, hoping her voice didn't quiver as she spoke, "I slept all right. It could've been better, I suppose. I think I'm still winding down from all the Quidditch action. My nerves are all over the place at the moment," she prodded her breakfast with her fork, "That and I've got a lot on my mind. What about you? Did you sleep well?"
In the next few minutes, she was convinced her sitting near the first years was nothing more than a curse, a seat she wished to leave as soon as possible. A headache had formed. While it might've been caused by her lack of decent sleep, it was more than likely due to the two good-for-nothing Gryffindor brats that stood atop her table. Nyx groaned, cursing under her breath, as she quickly gathered her things and shot up from the bench in a show of pure frustration.
"I'll see you in class, Jaxen," she huffed to her friend, the heels of her feet already carrying her toward the doors. Nyx didn't want to dignify the first years' lack of manners with attention, only a glare, as she exited the hall; one that looked so cold it could've frozen the Black Lake.
Last Edit: Jul 20, 2022 7:59:06 GMT 10 by Deleted: This is Nyx's exit from the thread.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Jul 20, 2022 9:11:25 GMT 10
Grace giggled at Saoirse's statement. Maybe if Professor Snape was a little bit nicer, she would've felt bad, but for now it was fun to imagine.
She looked up when she saw Saoirse wince, and her mouth dropped open when she realized that he seemed to have been pushed into his porridge. She hadn't seen who did it, but regardless it was frustrating. Unless it had been Toby and it was meant as a joke, instead of something mean? Still, she couldn't imagine Toby doing something like that. What if the porridge was hot?
The comment about Slytherins made Grace look to their table for the culprit. Sore losers, that's what they were. Boo on them, or at least whoever had conspired to do this to Joe.
Grace took a look at the copy of the Daily Prophet that she grabbed, frowning. She felt bad for the boy who was killed, obviously, but she also felt sad for the werewolf who had done it. After all, as far as she knew werewolves didn't have control over wolf-forms. Or maybe they did, in which case she shouldn't feel bad.
She wished she knew more about the subject. Maybe she'd ask Professor Fairburn later. She seemed to know something about the subject.
To answer Alice's question, Grace said, "I don't know. I mean, I've never seen a werewolf in wolf form, I think. But don't they look like normal people most of the time?"
Seeing Toby stand up on the table made Grace wince, and take out her wand, just in case. She wasn't too close with Toby, but they were both Gryffindor Quidditch players, and she didn't want to see anything bad happen to him, even if he was probably completely justified in screaming at the 'snot-faced muppet.'
Grace followed Saoirse over, but she didn't say anything or even stand on the table, just held her wand and looked anxiously between her friends and the Slytherin table. She tried to seem even the littlest bit intimidating. Of course, the quiet glance to the Staff Table for some sort of assistance didn't help out.
Amelia had just tasted some of the Coconut Ice when the outburst from her brother caught her ears and she turned on her heals. Tobias was standing on the table, his eyes drilling holes at the figure of Amara Seabrook. Amelia couldn't help but roll her eyes, mostly because even if Amara did deserve every bit of the words uttered, her brother was making a scene that wouldn't be looked at good in the eyes of the professors. She put the top on the Coconut Ice and shoved it into her bag.
The sound of Saoirse voicing her support for her brother made her sigh and Amelia was quickly standing before her brother and grabbing his wrist. She looked at the other first year and glared at her for a moment to get down. No matter if he came down or not, her eyes glared into him and her voice was sharp.
"Do you want the professor to see you acting like this, Tobias Twiggs! Not only that, if mum finds out, I'm in bigger trouble than you... Get your arse down now!" she said through clenched jaw and teeth. Whatever had happened... And it was clear it had something to do with Joe, Tobias still needed to calm down. McGonagall would be furious and Snape would have a field day. "McGonagall is going to have your head and Merlin knows what Snape will do with you, so get down!" She said in a firm, big-sister tone.
Not only that, there was one way that this could end even worse for Tobias.
"Do you want to be forced on the bench for the next Match?" Maybe that would work, maybe that would force him down. McGonagall had the power to do that and Snape could easy request it or give him detention during a match.
Post by Tobias Twiggs on Jul 20, 2022 9:42:28 GMT 10
Toby felt a hand on his shoulder and glanced away from where he'd been glaring at Seabrook. It was only Saoirse and he became instantly grateful for her support, though he didn't need it. He'd stand on the table and yell about the outrageous attack on an unsuspecting star Quidditch player until his face turned blue if he had to.
"You're right, we should feel sorry for her really" he said, speaking just as loudly as she had and casting another glare back towards the Slytherin table. Obviously she didn't have very good parents, his parents had raised him to treat everyone with kindness and respect. Granted he wasn't treating this Seabrook monster with either of those qualities, but that was because she didn't deserve them- she was a bully who thought herself powerful because of her ability to pick on a student much younger than herself.
He felt a second hand on him, this time grabbing at his wrist and he instinctively pulled back. He redirected his defiant stare down at his sister, who was apparently attempting to get him off the table. Was she not just as outraged as he was? She should be joining him to defend Joe's honour- unless she didn't care about his welfare.
"I don't care!" he yanked his arm back trying to tear his wrist from her vice like grip. "That grubby little cockroach attacked Joe! She could have hurt him!" he continued to yell, obviously not calming down despite having his big sister there to intervene. "Now. Let. Go!" he pulled his arm back again, trying to free himself.
"I've seen Gnomes more attractive than that witch!" he continued on, kicking a bowl of cereal at Amelia in an attempt to force her to drop his wrist. "Trolls that don't stink half as bad!" they could try to bench him, but really that would just highlight the injustice of how bullies could get away with murder- what if Joe had passed out and drowned in his porridge? Would they take it seriously then?
He had witnesses who'd say they saw what happened. They could try to take him down.
Thought Amelia was in support of the red-headed troll... He was currently acting like one himself, not using his brain at all. She could already see the aftermath of what was about to happen. Just as his foot kicked, she moved aside from the flying bowl of cereal. What kid had just lost his or her breakfast? She could only imagine it was likely some first or second year.
Well, if he wanted to play this game...
"Fine! You do this yourself then, because if you end up sitting on the bench for your lack of control, it's on you... The match's loss will be on you," she turned and grabbed her things, all the whole grabbing some Apples & Nuts from the table and shoving them in her bag. She grabbed the Coconut Ice. She would share later...
Her parents would likely get a owl from McGonagall and she was going to beat the professor to it. She already had ink and quill out and she searched for her parchment. She would have it sent before class.
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Jul 20, 2022 10:12:48 GMT 10
Still a little bit sleepy but attempting not to appear out of it, Elizabeth focused on Amara when she sat down and asked Reena a question. She hadn't been paying any sort of attention before, something that was somewhat embarrassing. Had Amara asked a question and Elizabeth hadn't answered it? No, Elizabeth definitely would have heard. And Amara didn't seem like the type to let someone ignore her.
Oh well. Perhaps they were simply having a conversation and Amara wanted to see what Elizabeth was up to. Nothing much, certainly. She was eating her breakfast as she usually did, as neatly as her various tutors had instructed her to.
Topics turned to werewolves and Elizabeth frowned. Why someone hadn't invented some sort of tracking spell or something to eliminate such a problem. It would probably be easier to at least identify the problem of which werewolves commonly attacked people.
Oh, now the Gryffindors were yelling. Elizabeth wasn't sure why, but it seemed pointed in the direction of the Slytherin table. Wasn't that the Twiggs' younger brother? With the red hair, it certainly seemed like it. Elizabeth had no idea who the other ones were. She watched with some amusement as one of the Twiggs girls--probably Amelia--tried to get her brother off of the table.
The interaction made her think of Charlotte, who was certainly too obedient or at least had enough of a brain to know not to stand on a table. However, when she looked, Charlotte wasn't there. Hm. Maybe she had left. Elizabeth looked at William next. He was there. Well then. Elizabeth wondered if she should say something, but she doubted Amara would care about what a couple of first years, especially Gryffindor first years, had to say about her.
Post by Alice Jane on Jul 20, 2022 14:37:12 GMT 10
She was too fast to assume that nothing would happen as a reaction to Amara'a actions. Soon, Tobias was standing on Ravencla's table and shouting toward Slytherin's one. Amara does deserve something as an answer to her actions, but she had a rough idea that shouting wouldn't be helpful.
She could have ignored Toby's shouting, but when Saoirse joined him, it was shocking. She turned to her side where Saoirse was sitting a moment ago. When did she leave?
Saoirse was her friend, and she couldn't leave her alone in this. So, it was time to stand up, and Grace also stood for the same. They both walked towards the Ravenclaw's table but didn't climb up. The next thing was to see what would be the reaction from Amara.
Post by Amara Seabrook on Jul 20, 2022 14:58:04 GMT 10
Did Amara feel pleased with herself, picking on an 11-year-old child? Why yes, she did. It was so satisfying, shoving his face into that porridge. It served him right, and she had no regrets.
She glanced up as owl post arrive, taking her copy of the Daily Prophet. She read through it, only half-interested. There wasn't much in it worth her time, apart from having followed the Love Potion movement for a while and was pleased to see something was finally being done about it. Those potions were nasty and crossed a line that shouldn't go without punishment. Murder was one thing, but forcing someone to "love" you? Despicable.
The werewolf stuff just earned an eye-roll. Another attack, and some random kid was dead. Big deal. Of course everyone was raising hysteria about it all, fuelling the hate. Amara could see both sides, but hadn't firmly planted her feet on either. It didn't affect her or those she cared about. Werewolves turned at a full moon, and that was worth being aware of. Muggles could do far worst any day of the week.
She scoffed at the mention of Valentine's Day coming up. Ugh. That time of year again. Such a waste of time and money.
Amara set aside the paper and glanced across at the commotion going on across the hall. She remained pleased, just watching the pests getting up on the Ravenclaw table to shout at her. Other houses had caught on something had happened, and even some Slytherins looked up. Some glanced her way, which Amara wasn't sure how to feel about -- they just assumed, something like that, she probably had a hand in it somehow.
'There's more than just Werewolves out there,' Amara added to Reena, tone perfectly conversational even while she watched things at the Ravenclaw table. She was a good distance away, and Professors would surely have noticed by now. 'Even in that forest. If it wasn't a full moon, it can't have been a turned on at least.'
Her attention diverted for a moment, Amara pulled a face at Kassia's comment. A fur coat? Wow, and people called her cruel? She decided not to comment though, as it was possibly a joke (she didn't know her well enough to assume either way). It was clear where Kassia stood on the issue though, which Amara made mental note of.
Her eye twitched at being called a coward. Amara pinpointed the main aggressor in the commotion, though his red hair was like a beacon. Twiggs. But then, her pleased look faded briefly at the words of another Gryffindor pest. Someone who got involved for the sake of it, and would surely be sorry for doing so. Unloved and... something. It wasn't the easiest to hear them, even with all the raised tones.
Still, she reached for her wand. Hand placed over it, Amara reminded herself not to hex them from here. There is no way the Professors hadn't noticed, and she was not about to retaliate to a bunch of kids full of hot air.
She shot a Slytherin first year a sharp look, as it was unclear who she was rooting for. But the kid hurriedly left the hall, and Amara remained suspicious.
It was getting ridiculous, though. Twiggs even ignored his sister trying to talk some sense into him, it seemed. It was so riled up, and Amara's satisfaction grew at that. She's caused such chaos from one action, yet remained calm and just ate her breakfast in peace. Why would she react? What damage could a bunch of first years do, really? And in the Great Hall? Idiots.
'I'm glad the cold season is over,' Amara said to no one in particular, to further show how unbothered she was. The insults stung, but not enough to warrant a response right now. She needed the name of the girl who joined Twiggs, though.
'It's a rather nice day.' She smirked, hand shifting away from her wand as she forced down every urge to hex or insult back.
William was calmly eating when he heard a voice near him. "Yeah." He replied in a kind of boring voice to Lindsey. Usually, William does talk to everybody with manners, but he was the most talkative girl he had seen. So he could avoid it.
It didn't take long until something else caught his attention; A random shouting boy at Ravenclaw's table. The boy wasn't wearing the Ravenclaw's uniform but Gryffindor's uniform. Soon, another Gryffindor girl joined him. He didn't understand the reason for their shouting, but their target was Slytherin's table, especially Amara. He didn't know any of the two shouting children, but he could recognize the boy's hair. All the Twiggs' children shared the same hair. There were many Twiggs' in the school, and two of them were in his class too.
His eyes looked around the Ravenclaw's table for a sight of Charlotte but couldn't find her. Either she had already left or hiding somewhere. It would be much better if she had already left for class.
He turned toward Amara and the group to see if they had any response. At that time, his gaze met with Elizabeth for a second as she was looking toward him. That time, he wondered if she would say something, probably not, but if this goes long, then maybe.
'That is quite enough,' Professor McGonagall's voice cut through the noise like steel against glass. 'Get down from there, the pair of you.' She ushered Tobias and Saoirse from the Ravenclaw table, thoroughly disappointed in them both.
She'd noticed other Gryffindors nearby, backing them up. House unity always warmed her heart, but not when displayed in a manner so barbaric and untethered. Not even Amelia's efforts had been enough to de-escalated things, though her efforts were appreciated. If not for the fact she then appeared to have given up.
'Detention, Twiggs and Vairea,' McGonagall continued, stern and thoroughly displeased by the outburst, and students getting up on tables during a meal. 'You are both banned from sitting at the Ravenclaw table until further notice. You have besmirched their hospitality and manner, when they'd graciously allowed you eat with them?'
She tutted, shaking her head in disbelief. While also not entirely surprised either. If only they'd thought things through before reacting in such a way. This kind of noise and disruption was completely disrespectful, and in the Great Hall as well? With the full staff present, after the other disruptions earlier in the year? Unacceptable.
'Perhaps a bit of tact, next time. Or any tact, really,' Hathmore added to Tobias, while conjuring a damp cloth for Jonathan to wipe his face with. He gestured on his own face the spots the Ravenclaw missed on his.
He gave the group a stern look also, but wasn't nearly as offended as Professor McGonagall as his own house wasn't involved. Unlike many of the staff, Hathmore had witnessed the preceding incident and what had gotten the Gryffindors (and Ravenclaws) so riled up. He glanced over at Amara, clearly disappointed in her as well.
It wasn't as straight-forward as getting up on a table and shouting across the hall, though.
'Five points from Gryffindor.' McGonagall was not done, as she glanced at the four young members of her house. 'From each of you,' she emphasised, needing to impress on them just how unacceptable this whole thing was.
Several around them gasped, and the first years gained glares from older Gryffindors. Many admired them for standing up for the Ravenclaw boy, and against someone who everyone knew by now not to cross, but the loss of twenty points was a heavy blow. Some Ravenclaws weren't pleased with the negative attention drawn to the house or table either.
'Unless anyone wishes to join Twiggs and Vairea in detention, I suggest you move along,' Professor Hathmore added, especially as several Gryffindors looked ready to protest. 'Your reasons for this outburst does not excuse how you handled it. Which was badly, in case you weren't clear on that.'
Frowning at a voice missing from the moment, he glanced over at the staff table but Professor Rivera seemed to have left right before breakfast ended. He would be there in her place, then -- fondly recalling Tali and Valora doing the same for him back in the day. He'd come over to ensure nothing got further out of hand, but it was mostly just kids on tables.
McGonagall had the lead on things, especially as it was her house being reprimanded, so Hathmore focused on Jonathan instead.
'Are you all right?' he asked, crouching to the boy's level.
Hathmore wasn't known for showing softness, but when he was concerned about his students then it was genuine and it showed in his dark gaze. Jonathan was fine; a little hot porridge to the face wasn't worth worrying about. But the boy was surely embarrassed, and the emotional aspect was where his focus was.
Though he shot a warning look to Grace, having spotted her wand. What she'd considered doing with it, however, was anyone's guess.
'Put that away, Babineaux.' McGonagall noticed it as well. 'For Merlin's sake. Off to class, all of you.' She dismissed, exasperated -- though made sure to send Slytherin house just as firm a look, as they were not entirely innocent in the matter even if they hadn't been the ones to lose the plot and turn into screeching monkeys.
Hathmore rose to his feet, shaking his head at the whole situation. It almost made him miss his tutoring days, where no one would day even consider such a display. He had a class to teach though, so headed out of the hall.
Professor McGonagall lingered, fully intending to keep her N.E.W.T students waiting a moment longer -- to ensure the youngest members of her house had finally come to their senses and headed off to class as well.
Kassia absolutely lived for drama. She didn't care where it came from. Even the drama in her stepsister's Muggle nature documentaries was exciting for her. She could hardly hide the grin from her face as the two first-years stepped up onto the table and hurled insults directly at her roommate.
Kassia kept her face impassive, but she was definitely enjoying the show. Seabrook was tactful enough to be polite to Kassia, and Kassia had never been personally bothered by her. But she knew Seabrook's stance on Muggle-borns quite well, and so couldn't help but enjoy it at her expense.
She watched Seabrook's reaction carefully. She was commenting on the weather, and appeared unbothered. But her temper was well-known, and Kassia wondered what would happen later. She didn't know what she had done at the Ravenclaw table, but evidently it could happen again.
Gryffindor points were deducted and professors flew in to begin damage control. Quite a few dirty looks were shot at the Slytherin table. Kassia shook her head. These Gryffindors needed to learn how to get revenge carefully. Not standing on a table and screaming. One always went for the knife in the back.
Breakfast was now over, however, and Kassia reluctantly rose from her seat. This had been the most exciting breakfast in months, and it had lifted her spirits. She would very well need those for her next class. She adjusted her school robes before walking out of the Hall, avoiding the most excited students.
Post by Jonathan King on Jul 20, 2022 17:30:40 GMT 10
Joe accepted the napkin and comforting words from Emjy, let Toby wipe his face with another and then…
Toby was on the table, kicking a plate of scrambled eggs away and shouted after Seabrook.
Joe stared in awe at his best friend. Never had he dreamt of finding a friend like him. A friend willing to stand up for him, against such a scary bully.
He was at a loss for words. He even forgot to be embarrassed about the added attention into his direction.
Joe was more perplexed when Saoirse joined Toby and made some, in his opinion, really good points across the Great Hall.
But when Amy came and contrary to his expectations tried to talk Toby down instead of backing him up, Joe snapped out of his stupor.
Looking around he saw his own captain with her nose in the papers and Amy‘s warning about Toby being benched sounded much more likely. Why else wasn’t Nox helping him?
Shooting a glance towards the staff table, Joe stood up (on the floor, not the table) and tried to get a hold of Toby’s hand. He also looked at Saoirse and smiled. They didn’t even know each other and she had felt the need to step in. The makings of a true hero.
“Thank you!“, he said. He frowned at the lack of response from the Slytherin table.
“Don‘t let-“ - Joe flinched his hand away and sat back down involuntarily at the sound of McGonnagal‘s voice.
He stared wide-eyed as he watched the scene unfold and averted his gaze in hot shame when Toby and Saoirse were given detention. Detention. On his behalf.
“It wasn‘t their fault,“ he protested weakly but he doubted he was even heard over the Gryffindors‘.
He accepted the damp cloth from professor Hathmore and quickly rubbed it at the spots the DADA teacher showed him. Joe was certain his head was the colour of a ripe tomato by now, nevermind his usual complexion.
Was he alright?
Joe glanced at professor Hathmore who had crouched down next to him.
No, he wanted to say. No, this wasn’t fair at all. How could he be alright when his friend standing up for him had earned him a detention and a loss of housepoints wile his assailant got away unscraped?
“Yeah,“ he said quickly. “Thanks for the cloth!“ He remembered his manners before quickly getting up and grabbing his backpack.
“Toby, let’s go!“, he gave his best friend a pleading, yet meaningful glance.
They‘d figure something out about Seabrook. Or not. But arguing with McGonnagal wasn’t going to accomplish anything. The lack of consequences for the Slytherin had shown that staff cared more about upholding quiet than about justice.
“Saoirse,“ he gestured at her as well, then glanced at Grace, who had also been named by the teacher. His ears felt even hotter, if possible at the realization just how far this little incident had traveled.
Saoirse felt alive, the sort of feeling that she had been lacking ever since her grandparents had forced her to this godforsaken island. A part of her recognized that she was not just doing this for her fellow first-year, but for herself. She had felt caged for the past year.
Watching Tobias stand up on the table had done something to her. She had sat and watched other students be bullied before, and done nothing about it. She felt ashamed for it now. She promised herself never to do it again. The first-years had few people looking out for them, so they had to look out for each other.
Jonathan King's gratitude was not lost on her. Saoirse was surprised he was so thankful, but smiled back at him. She had been concerned she'd just embarrass him more, but was more resolute than ever in her choice. Even more so when Alice and Grace appeared. It was like having an army.
Tobias's older sister- whom Saoirse didn't know, but instantly recognized from the similar hair- tried to talk him down, but he refused. Saoirse also refused to get down from the table. She was finally doing something that she felt was right.
Her feeling was so strong that when the professors swooped in, it was only slightly dampened. Her proud smile was certainly overriden by the threat of getting in trouble from adults. Saoirse knew better than to not listen to McGonagall, and hopped down from the table.
She also knew better than to protest. She was glad for Jonathan's pleas for them, but knew from personal experience that the professors didn't actually care about the students. They just wanted them to behave like perfect little children.
The punishment came- detention, and five points from Gryffindor. Saoirse felt rather than saw the sea of angry Gryffindor faces turn in her direction. It wouldn't be her first detention or House point loss, and it wouldn't be her last. Saoirse had honestly been expecting worse. She would rather defend someone than protect some ultimately meaningless points.
However, Saoirse oddly got the feeling that McGonagall wasn't entirely disapproving of what they had done. She shot some dirty looks at the Slytherins, and seemed more angry about how she and Toby had handled the situation rather than protecting Jonathan. Saoirse looked at Toby. She wasn't sure if he was capable, but it seemed they had to be sneaky next time.
Jonathan looked miserable, but at the same time seemed eager to walk to class with her. Saoirse wasn't used to being so highly regarded. Her friends certainly liked her, but Jonathan was looking at her with something like awe. It made her awkward. She didn't know how to respond to such an unfamiliar thing.
She approached him and smiled, speaking in a low voice. "Honestly? Best thing I've ever had detention for." Then she spoke in a more normal tone. "Let's go to class."
The children kept shouting at the top o the table but didn't get any response from Amara. It didn't stop them from continuing the same, and after some time, he had enough. Probably going to class would be better than watching this nonsense.
He finished his food and got up from the table to leave. He walked around the table toward the gate. Before leaving, he ran his gaze around Ravenclaw's table for Charlotte on seat level and ground level to verify she wasn't hiding below any table, but she was nowhere near it. He didn't spend more than two seconds before turning away.
Professor McGonigal's voice silenced the hall, but he didn't wait to see what punishment they got. He was already on his way to his class.
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