 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
This would be the very last time Zen would find him up in the Seating Arena as moral support, for obvious reasons. At least she would have Di next year. The thought sent a sharp pang of pain through his chest but it was acknowledged then filed away for processing when he had some time alone. “She sure looks nervous, doesn’t she?” he murmured to the bestie as Zen sent a tiny smile in their direction. The seventh year ceased the opportunity to mouth to her “GOOD LUCK!” before continuing the conversation with Di. “I mean, she’s excellent with Gobstones so it’s understandable that she would feel a little pressure to continue that trend but at the same time…. she’s excellent! She doesn’t need to worry.” Yes, his words carried an air of extreme confidence.
Ciara was in the house Arena!
She hadn’t exactly acquired a seat just yet but that hardly mattered as she simply intended to prance around cheering for her brother. That and sprinkling silver and green glitter in celebration of him trying out. Cee didn’t care if Ty made the Slytherin team or not; she was just proud that he had made an attempt.
“YOU GOT THIS, TY!”
With great enthusiasm, the first year flung silver glitter in the air, quickly followed up by green. Not having enough time to purchase some of her own, Cee had ‘borrowed’ tubes of the glitter from the Art Classroom. She would replace them before anyone noti-
Uh oh.
There was the DADA professor who was in charge of Art.
Cee suddenly found herself sitting down very quickly and trying not to look too guilty.
Shimron was there alright.
He had made his appearance just as Ciara began flinging glitter in the air. Though it did not immediately occur to him that she might have gotten them from the Art Classroom, his keen instinct would nudge him in this direction shortly. For now, the professor nodded in greeting to those gathered before taking a seat. Residual glitter fluttered down, smoothly landing on his person inclusive of his hair and broad shoulders.
Green and silver. He was more of a blue and bronze kind of person himself.
Speaking of that particular House…
His eyes lingered on his one of his reasons for being here - and it was most certainly not Menon. Of course, Shim wanted to see all the students succeed but knew unfortunately that would not be the case. Still, it could be a learning experience for them all to up their game. |