 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Carmine followed a tall young Slytherin into the Duelling Arena, letting him peel off to lean against some wall while she placed herself where the students, and the headmaster, could see her. It was a good thing that Professor Noble had helped her replenish the supply of calming draughts and dreamless sleep potions - they seemed to be in high demand at the current moment, and Carmine suspected that demand would only increase.
In actual fact she was certain that Malachi would need something too - she was certain her own former student and colleague, Malachi's wife, Talia Trent, would be none too appreciative of her husband expiring from stress.
She smiled kindly and reassuringly at a few of the more distressed-looking children but otherwise her expression was gravely attentive to the Headmaster's words and she stood with her back straight, shoulders back. She was not defeated. And there were some of the students who were rallying admirably, with constructive suggestions. Pity about the house elves panicking bringing the tension up in the room though.
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