 Catch up Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
Daisy had been in a pretty good mood. She had ignored Professor Marchand's bending of the rules to allow them to wear costumes -- had ignored the suggestion to wear her U17 kit as a costume too; ignored it with a glare and a subsequential roll of her eyes -- but wasn't terribly surprised to find that most of her classmates had wholeheartedly embraced it. People loved to dress up, didn't they? Well, she didn't have the time. Or patience. Too much to do, too many people to see. A IMPS competitor to train, on top of her own training, her own classes, her own homework.
And, sleep. Though it was getting harder to do that lately, despite the scratches on her cheek having been healed long ago.
That good mood had diminished however at the sight of not only one Althea Kenning, but two. Not that she had any problems with the duplicate but it was still a rather painful reminder that Althea was not talking to her. Hadn't done so for almost a month, too. Thankfully, Professor Marchand seemed to be even more tired than she felt, unless that was make up to complete The Look or something, so the sixth year felt pretty confident that the fact she was distracting herself trying to read the writing on Levi's arms would go amiss.
And then there were apples on the table.
That got the girl's attention, even if only because she had hoped that Professor Marchand had gotten over his need to feed the students. Apparently, he was now feeding the students by incorporating it into the lesson. A slightly unimpressed look covered the girl's features as she sat back into her chair, only disappearing at the mention that they could use other senses other than taste. At least there was that.
Wait. Was Abey Botros covered in glitter because he was supposed to be the sky? The vision of the glitter falling off the boy's head did more to lift her mood than the fact she had known the answer to his question and as she looked down to study the apples, there was a smile on her lips.
Okay. At first look they looked pretty similar, roundish and shiny and red, exactly what she expected candy apples to look like. Hmmm. Maybe the one on the right didn't look as perfect? It looked slightly smudged, maybe a sign of a rushed spell? It could be that her brain was imagining things, to be completely fair. There was a part of her that still thought they were identical and Marchand was sending them on a fool's errand. She sent a quick look Levi's way and she was about to open her mouth to suggest that maybe there was nothing wrong with adding another lesson to their list, but the Gryffindor looked particularly focused. So, with a quick "Whatever you do, don't eat them, L." thrown his way, Daisy returned her attention to her two apples and reached for her parchment, ready to make very detailed lists concerning each apple.
And then take a more or less educated guess. Right, most likely.
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