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Old 01-12-2015, 10:28 PM   #16 (permalink)
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Was it weird that all the pumpkin juice he had had after Hogwarts had never been good? It probably was. So while he was still reminiscing, he was also enjoying some pumpkin juice. One hand inside his pocket and the cup, the former Gryffindor casually walked by the dance floor. It was where the staff table was suppose to be, and part of him wished they had let it be. It would have felt complete. Part of him also wished he could just walk around the rest of the castle but alas.


It amazed Ryden how much she seemed to actually be interested in being back here. She hadn't attended Hogwarts for very long so trying to remember things accurately was always a headache. Sure, she remembered faces, and some names even, but not really the castle itself. For one, she hadn't remembered the house banners hanging down from the ceiling. In her memory it was always the tables, the staff and the enchanted ceiling which 98% of the time showed an overcast sky because fun fact!: they were in Scotland and that's just how it was here.

She'd actually started getting used to it, back in London. Go figure she'd get used to the one thing she'd hated the most about this place.

So focused was the brunette on the ceiling that she forgot there was an actual chance of people being in her way. With a less than graceful OOMF Ryden collided with a giant right in front of her. "Oi, watch it," she automatically said, and rubbed her face right where it had smacked into the person and not particularly caring that it had really been her fault in the first place.

Looking up to glare daggers at this very tall person despite the fact that she was actually wearing heels, Ryden froze. And then blushed beet red.

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. . .

Person. Right. Of course. OF COURSE.

"Oh."
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