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PotterHeadforLife 
Oooh. "You have a point there," Kat nodded in agreement. Slytherins were awesome. They always were. Now whoever would like to oppose to it will be seeing a broomstick flying at their face. Nobody wanted that, right? If they did, Kat would gladly volunteer to do it. Oh, Sierra had been Keeper before? She never knew, but that's cool. Keepers were quite crucial in the game, Sierra would be a good one. And Kat's also thankful Dylan's a good one as well. "You were? That's cool," Kat smiled. She didn't want to be Keeper though, there's no fun fending the hoops. Well, there is except it won't be as fun as Chasering or Beatering. "That was my first time playing Beater, I was a bit nervous because I knew being one was very crucial in maintaining points." So true.
Oh, that convo made Kat's eyes pop on Sierra. Great, even students before called people with their surname. Uhmm, yes it was better than 'Hey, you'. But Kat's eyes shot on Logan again. "Yes, it is way better than 'Hey, you'," Pause. "And way better than calling some withtitles like Loud Pep Rally girl." Beat that, Logan.
"Mmhmm," Sierra remarked. She'd been keeper before, just like her father, but she much preferred beater. There was just something about flying out on that pitch armed with a bat that made her grin.
"...but I prefer beater, of course. Being a keeper is just my side job." Heh. It was her signature role. One day, when she went pro, she'd be the beater for some all-star team.
She frowned when she caught on to the conversation going on between Kat and Ariana.
"Just let it go, guys," she said. She made a sweeping glance around the Great Hall and thought about how they were locked out the common room, with all their belongings inside.
"We have much bigger issues to solve, hmm?" Text Cut: Bubbles
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Bubbles Kennedy smiled at Sierra's reaction, his grumpy mood all of the sudden completely vanished. "Missed you too," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead. How were things going? Kennedy hesitated a bit, not in a bad hesitant way, though. He hasn't spoken to no one about his trip back to his father's so he hasn't had the need to word it. "Better now...sort of," he said. His half sister was still a mess, but it was to be expected. Her mother had just passed away.
He then eyed her arm. Nothing at all? M'hhhm. "Well, if you need anything all you have to do is tell me," he grinned, a grinned that turned a bit mischievous when his eyes landed on the Hufflepuffs. "I could get you more pillows." Uhuh. Puffer pillows were at risk of becoming their pillows, hehe.
Directing his eyes back at Sierra, he grinned once more. He couldn't keep it off his face when she was near. It was awesome. "I'm okay, just need to catch up on my sleep," he said with a small chuckle. He then looked at her the way only a boyfriend would. "I'm glad to be with you," he said with a happy sort of smirk. Yeah, it was cheesy, but it was the truth, okay. He squeezed her shoulder and took a second to glance around. "So everyone's been evicted from their common room? Did we all forget to pay our mortgage," he teased. Get it?
Sierra noted how her attitude so quickly changed the moment Kennedy came in. Who cared that they were locked out the common rooms with no immediate hope of getting back in? Kennedy was here now, and after such a long time apart, she was just glad to be able to spend time with him. She caught on to the fact that he was hesitant to answer her question. She just nodded and gave a quick
"I see" in response. They'd talk about it later if he was up to it.
"Anything?" she said, and then she grinned playfully as she looked down at her arm.
"Well, when you put it that way, I might just have to take you up on your offer." She could think of a million things she'd need once someone was at her beck and call, but she'd never treat Kennedy that way. It was all in good fun. She laughed at his pillow joke then looked back down.
"It'll be alright in a few days. It's just a scar from the battlefield, that's all."
Which had kept her out that last game...
"I'm glad to be with you, too," she said, smiling at him.
"It's too bad we're not in the same year, you know." He'd be graduating in a few months time, and she'd still be here, attending classes at Hogwarts while he was out and about in the big, adult world. Then she laughed again. There was just no getting sad in front of Kennedy, was there?
"Nobody knows, but whatever it was, it happened to everybody at once." She was still sore from being thrown out the common room.
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Killer.Doodles Why was he even here? And watching these children who weren't even sleeping? Scabior's eyes narrowed as he made his way into the great hall, to the section where the Slytherins now slept. "Oye! You two! Go to bed!" He said loudly pointing to two first years. The others could stay awake for a bit longer but no. First years, bed. Now.
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RabidBatGirl "How's it looking down there?" the Headmistress' voice was suddenly in Scabior's ear. She hadn't intended to creep up on him, but, well, the children were to be getting to bed. So thus the need for creeping and whispers. "The common rooms, I mean," the redhead clarified. "How... locked out... are they?"
And to rephrase that, HOW WERE THEY locked out? What sort of trickery was this?
Hearing voices, Sierra glanced over and noted that Scabior and the Headmistress were here. She instinctively straightened her posture and went into full-force prefect mode. She was determined not to get into trouble again.
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Mordred Mordred followed everyone else back to the Great Hall to find that hundreds of sleeping bags were on the floor for them to sleep in.
“Great. My parents pay a hefty amount of galleons for my education...and I get to sleep on the floor.” The young man made his way towards one of the sleeping bags, and ducked just in time when Scabior pointed to two young Slytherins.
“Yes, kids. Go to bed.” He smirked and pulled the sleeping bag near the wall and stared at it for a moment.
“Slytherins do not deserve this. Snakes? On the floor? This is a disgrace!” "My parents will hear about this." Cue the signature scowl.
Finally convincing himself to keep calm, he sat on the make-shift bed called sleeping bag, leaned on the wall and propped his book open. He hopes that the muggle book would keep his mind off of their situation.
"Mordred," Sierra said with a slight hiss to her tone.
"Pipe down, will ya?" She glanced to Scabior and the Headmistress, giving Mordred a silent warning to not be overheard. When he fell into conversation with Daichi, Sierra turned away and went back to her conversation with Kennedy.