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SilverTiger · 12-07-2018, 12:04 AM

The one saving grace in her little tiny rebellion was that, upon checking on the contents of her bag, both creatures were curled up asleep and nothing looked particularly gnawed on. She knew she’d have to sneak food to them sooner or later, but asleep was better than anything else. Especially as Stasya knew anything could happen. Even if it was the last night.

“Hi Anna!,” she returned the captain’s greeting, grey-green eyes momentarily watching the plane fly toward the Ravenclaw table before letting an amused smile cross her face at the comment about getting out of there. Odds were they all shared that feeling. Some even wondering if it was worth returning next year, aside from the obvious. Those graduating, like Jessa, didn’t have to worry about if all their attempts failed. That they were going to have to deal with Scrimgeour and his minions next term too, without the safety of certain other professors. It was a sobering thought, but she still managed a smile for Rylee, along with a quick half-hug. Hopefully that wasn’t going to bring the wrath of ages down on her.

There were plenty of distractions: Ashton’s clothing, the arrival of Zoryn, Sylvie and Théo…the dress that Archer was wearing as she saw the Hufflepuff arrive, Józef’s conflicted arrival. Besides, they still had Marchand for now. He’d make sure they made it through this last feast alright, and she hadn’t heard anything about her semi-hug being trouble when they’d all been ordered to rise for the speech, which she did just because. She wasn’t hearing anything promising that they’d be free of the minions next term either, or, surprisingly, announcements about any pending staff changes like Headmistress Hawthorne always did at the end of term feast. Just a whole lot of words about progress and respect that she knew deep down meant nothing. Respect went both ways, and professors who were willing to hex students definitely didn’t have any respect for them.

Or the creatures, as she’d glanced over toward the Hufflepuff table again once she’d been able to take her seat again only to see a small fire on Derf’s plate. She had a sneaking suspicion she knew what that was, and the reasoning behind it. It was the same reason she’d had her pets in her bag and was considering leaving them safe back at home next term if nothing was done about it.

At least there was food.

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SilverTiger MO & DMAC Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,152 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sable Ileana Armstrong Gryffindor Seventh Year Ministry RPG Name: Skye Tamerlane Accidents & Catastrophes Ministry RPG Name: Jemma McCrae Minister's Office x5 x3	pretty sure everyone is mentioned here, plus a few other incidents (and speech) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict The one saving grace in her little tiny rebellion was that, upon checking on the contents of her bag, both creatures were curled up asleep and nothing looked particularly gnawed on. She knew she’d have to sneak food to them sooner or later, but asleep was better than anything else. Especially as Stasya knew anything could happen. Even if it was the last night. “Hi Anna!,” she returned the captain’s greeting, grey-green eyes momentarily watching the plane fly toward the Ravenclaw table before letting an amused smile cross her face at the comment about getting out of there. Odds were they all shared that feeling. Some even wondering if it was worth returning next year, aside from the obvious. Those graduating, like Jessa, didn’t have to worry about if all their attempts failed. That they were going to have to deal with Scrimgeour and his minions next term too, without the safety of certain other professors. It was a sobering thought, but she still managed a smile for Rylee, along with a quick half-hug. Hopefully that wasn’t going to bring the wrath of ages down on her. There were plenty of distractions: Ashton’s clothing, the arrival of Zoryn, Sylvie and Théo…the dress that Archer was wearing as she saw the Hufflepuff arrive, Józef’s conflicted arrival. Besides, they still had Marchand for now. He’d make sure they made it through this last feast alright, and she hadn’t heard anything about her semi-hug being trouble when they’d all been ordered to rise for the speech, which she did just because. She wasn’t hearing anything promising that they’d be free of the minions next term either, or, surprisingly, announcements about any pending staff changes like Headmistress Hawthorne always did at the end of term feast. Just a whole lot of words about progress and respect that she knew deep down meant nothing. Respect went both ways, and professors who were willing to hex students definitely didn’t have any respect for them. Or the creatures, as she’d glanced over toward the Hufflepuff table again once she’d been able to take her seat again only to see a small fire on Derf’s plate. She had a sneaking suspicion she knew what that was, and the reasoning behind it. It was the same reason she’d had her pets in her bag and was considering leaving them safe back at home next term if nothing was done about it. At least there was food. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥