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ArianaBlack · 07-10-2019, 05:53 AM

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Originally Posted by Kimothy

Drewett had recently found himself drawn to the trophy room. The mist definitely had a role to play in this newly found 'connection' of some sort. During his free time, when he wasn't actually in class or studying, the Ravenclaw would either be at the great hall having a snack or outside the grounds for some fresh air. The mist made sure those two places were no longer accessible to him, and so the fifth year needed some other place to keep himself busy and not bored.

Right now, he was seated in the middle of the room with his knees pulled close to him as he looked around. He had gone through the tournament trophy names before, and it was interesting how a trophy from the 2050s was still intact. And another triwizard tournament too, after the one from 1994. Drewett had thought that they'd never happen again following the death of Cedric Diggory, but there it was. Concrete proof.

He was particularly looking through the Hufflepuff student leader nameplates this time, and coming across the one engraved with 'Brian Woods' was quite uplifting. The Ravenclaw hoped her former tutor wasn't getting too worried. Drewett had never not replied to any of his letters before. The mist business was truly awful.

Nina needed air. She had almost forgotten how to breath, being kept in the Gryffindor Common Room so long. It was absolutely horrible. The stench of fresh sweat constantly infiltrated every corner, the RED was loud and headache inducing, the sheer amount of people was enough to inhibit any and all of her thought processes, and it was incredibly difficult balancing things when Calyx, Calloway, and Józef were all present in the same place at the same time. Her spaces to decompress were diminishing as well.

She couldn't find her quiet crying nook on the seventh floor anymore, as every house occupied a space within the area now. She could not risk venturing into the library, as there were larger crowds their as well and she didn't fancy being seen around so many books. She didn't like finding sanctuary within empty classrooms, the risk of running into unsuspecting couples in compromising situations was far too high. And so Nina found herself in the Trophy Room for solace. An unlikely, yet surprisingly adequate space for the occasion.

She slowly closed the door shut behind her, locking it from within using her wand. She hadn't yet noticed Drewett's presence, testing the doorknob to make sure the spell had worked. It did, of course. It wasn't until she turned around that she realized she wasn't alone. "Oh," she felt her heart-rate increase significantly. He probably had questions. Why had she locked the door? Why did her eyes look tired?

She straightened her back, hoping that her stance didn't give way to how she was feeling, trying to remind herself that others noticed things far less than one thought them to.

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ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod DMLE & DMT Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,677 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin First Year Ministry RPG Name: Tomasz Łaska Law Enforcement x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by Kimothy Drewett had recently found himself drawn to the trophy room. The mist definitely had a role to play in this newly found 'connection' of some sort. During his free time, when he wasn't actually in class or studying, the Ravenclaw would either be at the great hall having a snack or outside the grounds for some fresh air. The mist made sure those two places were no longer accessible to him, and so the fifth year needed some other place to keep himself busy and not bored. Right now, he was seated in the middle of the room with his knees pulled close to him as he looked around. He had gone through the tournament trophy names before, and it was interesting how a trophy from the 2050s was still intact. And another triwizard tournament too, after the one from 1994. Drewett had thought that they'd never happen again following the death of Cedric Diggory, but there it was. Concrete proof. He was particularly looking through the Hufflepuff student leader nameplates this time, and coming across the one engraved with 'Brian Woods' was quite uplifting. The Ravenclaw hoped her former tutor wasn't getting too worried. Drewett had never not replied to any of his letters before. The mist business was truly awful. Nina needed air. She had almost forgotten how to breath, being kept in the Gryffindor Common Room so long. It was absolutely horrible. The stench of fresh sweat constantly infiltrated every corner, the RED was loud and headache inducing, the sheer amount of people was enough to inhibit any and all of her thought processes, and it was incredibly difficult balancing things when Calyx, Calloway, and Józef were all present in the same place at the same time. Her spaces to decompress were diminishing as well. She couldn't find her quiet crying nook on the seventh floor anymore, as every house occupied a space within the area now. She could not risk venturing into the library, as there were larger crowds their as well and she didn't fancy being seen around so many books. She didn't like finding sanctuary within empty classrooms, the risk of running into unsuspecting couples in compromising situations was far too high. And so Nina found herself in the Trophy Room for solace. An unlikely, yet surprisingly adequate space for the occasion. She slowly closed the door shut behind her, locking it from within using her wand. She hadn't yet noticed Drewett's presence, testing the doorknob to make sure the spell had worked. It did, of course. It wasn't until she turned around that she realized she wasn't alone. "Oh," she felt her heart-rate increase significantly. He probably had questions. Why had she locked the door? Why did her eyes look tired? She straightened her back, hoping that her stance didn't give way to how she was feeling, trying to remind herself that others noticed things far less than one thought them to. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!