watchashea:

               ^{❛ Yeah.   I’d  much  rather  pass. ❜}

     ^{he  sits  across  from  the  green  witch  with  a  hunched-over  back  and  fingers  playing  together as elbows  rest  on  his  knees.   The  carpet  is  more  interesting  than  normal,  his head  full  of  the  words  said  when  he  crossed  his  arms  and  left.   He wasn’t normal.   Here.  Anywhere.   He  was  different.   Most  kids like  to  swim,  or  they  tolerate  it.  He  can’t  stand  it.  He  sees  bubbles  in  his  eyes, feels  a  hand  around  his  throat,  and  every  nerve  in  his  body  makes  itself  known.} 

^{Brown  eyes  flicker  up,  and  back  down.  He  feels  weird   looking  at  her.  He’s  still getting  used  to  it.  But  he’s  seen  weirder  things ;  at  least  she  makes  no  attempt  to   hard   him.  And  he  has  no  intention  of  insulting  or  harming  her,  either.  He’s kind.  He’s  also  hydrophobic.}

   ^{eyes  go  to  the  book.    ❛ Everyone  but  you. ❜  he  points  out,  still  looking  at  the  book.  ❛What  are  you  reading ? ❜}

              _{‘  how observant.  ’   she snips.  it is perhaps a but harsher to him than it seems to her,  but she makes no move to apologize.  his staring is not the most SUBTLE thing,  but then,  it isn’t anything she’s not use to.  (  at least this one doesn’t sneer or spit.  really, that would so ruin the taste of her tea.  )}

                _{she closes the tome with a hollow thud   —–   running her fingers over the cover as she turns it towards his gaze.      THE GREAT DROUGHT ; A HISTORY.     she waits & waits & waits for his scoff ;  some boring old book,  surely he’d find it ridiculous.  some nights, she thinks she does too,   but with the tightening of security along the yellow brick road & the unsettling sound of tick-tocks crawling about campus,   she finds her late professor’s words all too prevalent in her mind ; remember the past.} 

                _{‘  anyway,  NO,  despite the coloring you seem so enthralled with   —   my house pride clearly wasn’t enough to drag me out there.  ’}

_@watchashea

              _{though the submerged common room had been unnerving at first   —   she’d learned at least to keep the discomfort at bay.  still   —    the pop up swimming occurring on the grounds was something she could AVOID.  she remained safely beneath the lake,  charms book in hand,  tapping rhythmically, anxiously,  against the hard cover.}

               _{her eyes lift just enough to see the source of the footsteps,  and the seat taken just across from her own chair.  he was in her year, that much she knew,  but the rest was a blur  (  including his name.  )  she paid little attention to most of the other students,  even of her own house.  most often, they only stared with vague disgust or furtive fascination.     ‘  not going to house water games ?  ’    she questioned, flipping her page & not making any move to reveal why she herself wasn’t there.  her own curiosity didn’t mean she had a thing to reveal.       ‘  nearly everyone left a quarter-hour ago.  ’}

rvbeus:

❝ ‘Course the Ministry’ve got all these ‘classifications’ fer beasts, but mos’ of them are utter codswallop. In fact a lot o’ creatures are only dangerous if they’re not treated right. Take th’ Thestrals, none o’ our lot would hurt a fly. Did use teh go after one or two owls though. ❞ There was a thoughtful shrug, before Hagrid glanced down. ❝ Don’ know many who’d agree, mind you. ❞

@sinborn liked a starter call. ( not currently accepting !! )

             _{‘   it’s   absurd,  professor.  they treat them as though their lives have no worth !   ’        her fingernails dug into the leather-bound book,  trying to keep her anger at bay.  it wasn’t towards him  obviously.  he was the first teacher who seemed to UNDERSTAND the complexities of the creatures that surrounded them.  had they not rights?  there was a chain in which they all existed, or in the case of humans, wizards, witches   ——   it was DISRUPTED.}  

                 _{her tone softens, composure gained.  she manages to crack a smile,  glancing up at the towering figure.   ‘  knowing my own owl,  I’m positive they may have deserved it.  ’         she fails to mention her own draw to the midnight creatures,  the horses that few seemed to see.  it was the dance with DEATH that she’d lived all her life that lead her to seek them out.   the forest had never frightened her,  it made her feel at home.       ‘  so – you look after them, then ?  I mean, someone must.  ’}

_{@lcgilimens​}

             _{she’s been nursing the same tea for the better part of an hour,  the aromatic flavor hitting her tongue now ice-cold.   still,  the firelight of the common room is pleasent,  & she’s keen on waiting for her giddy roommate to fall asleep BEFORE she returns to their shared dorm.}      

             _{‘    ——–   queenie,  ’   she muses,  turning to see the blonde descending the staircase.   ‘   awfully late for you to be up,  is it not ?   ’}

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