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The Ravenclaw common room is a wide, circular room at the top of the seventh floor. Graceful arched windows punctuate the walls, which are hung with blue-and-bronze silks. During the day, Ravenclaws have a spectacular view of the surrounding mountains. Overhead, the ceiling is domed and painted with stars, which are echoed in the midnight-blue carpet. There are tables, chairs, and bookcases, and in a niche opposite the door stands a tall statue of white marble: Rowena Ravenclaw. A delicate-looking circlet has been reproduced in marble on her head with the tiny words 'Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure' etched into the diadem. The statue stands beside a door that leads up to the dormitories above.
Come in, have a seat and make new friends. Welcome to Ravenclaw!
A large hawk owl slammed into the window near the trio. It flew backwards, shaking its head, then steeled itself and tried again, head first. This time it actually broke the window and gained access to the common room.
The window next to the now broken one was open.
The hawk owl settled on the back of the couch, pulling on a beak-full of Nate's hair to get his attention. There was a small brown sack clutched in its talons. Once he was sure at least someone was noticing him, the owl took off again, dropping the bag in Nate's lap before coming to rest on Pam's shoulder, preening its feathers and looking proud of itself for completing its task.
The bag's drawstring opening came loose and the contents spilled out over Nate's lap. The unmistakable blue-spotted black body of Rowena, obviously dead. Even on a cat, the terror in her last expression was clear, frozen on her face by the Avada Kedavra curse.
There was a note, attached to Rowena's nose with a long sharp pin.
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"Thanks for that, mate," Matt said sarcastically after Nate had unceremoniously dumped him from the chair. "Oh, and hello Pam. I almost forgot you were here," he stated jokingly, leaning down and wrapping his arms around her. He had actually almost forgot how warm Pam was, how she was always able to warm his soul. He let go of the hug after a few seconds, remembering how Nate must be feeling. He looked to Nate's lap after the owl debacle and saw Ro's body lying there, dead. "Oh no..." Matt couldn't take it. Anger flared up inside of him, his muscles tensed up, and his eyes became firey with unbridled rage. Literally. That's one thing that Matt had discovered about himself over the summer. By all accounts, he was normal. Well, as normal as a wizard could be. Except for his eyes. In a similar way to Pam's color-changing, Matt's eyes changed, revealing his every emotion.
Matt looked down at Nate, then back up at Pam. "We're putting an end to this. Tonight."
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Pam laughed as Matt was forcably kicked from the chair. Her smile grew even more as he wrapped his arms around her. At first she hated being hugged like this, for she had a fear that she would never be let free. She had nightmares about this. But after a while, she had come to enjoy his hugs, and even found it comforting.
"Hello Nate." She said, giving him the same reassuring smile back. She knew he was missing someone. Someone important to him. And sitting here, with Matt's arms around her, she felt a little bad. She just hoped he didn't lash out at them for being cuddly around him. As for Matt, she rubbed his arm affectionatly.
Then, a bird flew through the window, and a familiar cat fell out of the bag. Pam covered her mouth, trying not to let out a scream. But she couldn't help it. Small, shriek-like, noises came from her mouth, and tears began to flow. Ro was one of the animals she liked, and Pam was one of the only people Ro didn't attack. They had a small connection that wasn't visibly shown with anyone else.
As Matt spoke, Pam wanted to cry out to him. Tell him it wasn't safe, and they couldnt' leave school grounds. But no words came. Instead, she just looked at him with scared eyes, hoping he would get the message. They needed to stay here. At least for a little while. Plus, there was no way they could find this Team Wolf gang. And the only way they would is if they got captured, and if that happened, they would surely all be dead. Her head started shaking as these thoughts occured in her head. There was no way she could lose Matt. She needed him. Maybe more than he knew.
"No." It was one small word with a huge meaning. No to Ro's death, no to the promise of hellish torture for Jez, and no most directly to Matt's suggestion. "We don't leave Hogwarts, we never leave Hogwarts. We're actually safe here. And as long as we don't go after Jez she'll be alive. She's the bait--" He choked on that word. In fact, he couldn't finish the sentence. Instead he gently closed Rowena's eyes and picked her up, carrying her, cradled, toward the open window. He wasn't going to toss her out of the window. Not by any means. He just needed some fresh air.
Big surprise... he was right. Ethan set down his quill knowing he most likely wasn't going to get the chance to use it. The fifth year looked up as the girl's acid tongue began wagging again and stared at her in disbelief before letting out an exasperated laugh. "If you say so..." he began - Seriously, what planet was Miss Delusional from, anyway?"I highly doubt anyone else would agree though," he continued, mirroring her drawl. Ethan gave the common room a brief once-over. Nope, no one was bowing down to her... where did she get her sense of entitlement?
Huh?! As Elliot continued to speak, Ethan shot her a very confused look. Did she really just say that she wasn't going to fight over a chair? "But that's what this whole thing was about... that stupid chair..." he began, not even knowing how to continue. Ugh, girls were so confusing, and this one was no exception. Shaking his head out of pure exasperation, the fifth year tried to turn his attention back to his letter. If she wanted to walk around thinking she owned the place... then, whatever. But if the girl thought that he was a push-over like those other two boys, she was crazy. He would not be getting out of any seats at the sight of her glare... the fifteen year old lifted his eyes to appraise the infamous chair. Maybe he'd have to make it a point to sit in it next time he was in the common room... just for fun. Smirk.
HA! As if no one would agree...Elliot knew this was true...obviously. But it just because people didn't like her very much. And she didn't mind that too much.
The blonde traced her finger over the heading of the chapter absentmindedly, her blue eyes flickering between the boy and the fire...which was somewhat distracting..."If you say so..."she shrugged, knowing full well that he was right. But hey, Elliot wouldn't admit to it! "Are you new? Or have I just never seen you around?" she asked suddenly, bluntly...because he didn't look familiar.
At all.
And Elliot didn't really know everyone. So the chance of him being an old student waaaas high...Elliot just had never even seen him in the common room before.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
Sitting in a particularly comfy, plush chair near the fireplace, Ethan had nearly finished penning his letter to his cousin at Beauxbatons. His focus was more on the flames in the fireplace than his letter, however, and his eyelids started to grow heavy as he watched the nearly hypnotizing fire... or maybe he was just bored. Either way, his attention was diverted by the boy in the chair next to him... or rather the boy falling out of the chair next to him. Ethan turned towards the two boys as the one tipped the chair and one came tumbling out of it.
What the what?
The fifth year watched curiously for a moment as he heard the chair-tipper speak. Elliot's chair? He looked over at the girl the boy gestured towards. The one whose eyes were shooting daggers at the other two boys. Apparently she had wanted that seat. Chuckling to himself over how ridiculous that scene had been, he turned towards the boys. "Listen, mate," he said to the chair-tipper, "It's one thing to offer your chair to a lady..." Not to mention good manners. "But chucking your buddy out of his seat... well, that's just wrong." Besides, she hadn't even asked. She just... glared. And that was no way to get what you wanted. Although apparently it was today.
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PFFFT. Elliot raised an eyebrow at Nate. She had never talked to the kid, but she didn't care. And she sooo could have handled it herself...really...but she was happy she had her chair.
Sure, anyone could sit there...
...When Elliot wasn't in the room. HEr facial features remained annoyed, though, as she opened her book. She ignored the little trio...deciding not to butt in too much. They seemed occupied, and Merlin knew how annoyed Elliot would be if someone was trying to just butt into their conversation. MEH.
She heard him...some new boy...she had never seen him before...maybe she had, she didn't know! Or care, really. She raised a dangerous eyebrow at him..."I like this seat. I should write my name on it." She said in her drawl, eyeing him dangerously, now.
Hmph.
Elliot was SCARY. Or at least working on it.
Cora watched from across the room as Elliot and Ethan had some sort of fight. She couldn't tell exactly what it was about, but hoped Elliot wasn't being too mean. Cora had an urge to walk up and defend Ethan, but then again Elliot was like her best friend. Confused as to what to do, Cora made to walk towards them, when Eliza replied, getting Cora focused. It was probably for the better. Cora didn't really like confrontation. She just hoped everyone was getting along.
SPOILER!!: Eliza!
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Eliza laughed too. It was kind of funny to think about. If the muggles only knew how easy magic and owls could make communicating! She was sure they’d be completely irritated for having wasted so much time for so long. It was really too bad that witches and wizards couldn’t just be open about magic with the muggles. She was sure they’d all get used to it eventually, right?
She’d been right; Cora didn’t know about telephones. This didn’t really surprise her. I mean, why would she know? Especially if her mom’s a bit paranoid, she thought. “A telephone is what muggles use to talk to each other from their own houses. Kind of like how our howlers have the voice of the sender? Well it’s like that…ehh...” This was really hard to explain. Perplexed at how to have this make sense, she remembered her sketch book. “Oh, gosh! I can just draw it for you!” She pulled out her sketchbook and did a quick diagram of what telephones looked like, how they were connected by wires across miles and miles. Then she drew one person on a phone in one house, connected to another person’s phone in another house. Maybe that would make sense. "See?"
She gratefully took all of this information about Kneazles down on her parchment. Names? “No, I guess I haven’t gotten that far yet. Depends on how it acts I guess.” She shrugged and smiled.
Happy to see that Cora enjoyed flying a lot too, Eliza said, “Thanks. It really is great! And thanks for saying you’d watch me play. I mean, if I ever did. That’s really nice.” She was feeling more comfortable at Hogwarts each day and Cora was largely to thank for it. “No I don’t have a favorite team either. Not yet anyway.”
She hadn’t pushed before about the details of Cora’s family issues, but since she mentioned it again, Eliza thought that maybe she was ready to talk about it with someone. She didn’t like to see Cora upset, so she hoped her wanting to know more would be able to help Cora in some way. She fumbled with the stitching on her sleeve for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to approach this topic. “…Um, Cora?” She softened her expression and turned her big, sincere eyes to her new friend. “If you’re okay talking about it…H-how, erm…What happened to your dad?” Hazel eyes awaiting her response, she added, “Of course it’s none of my business if you don’t want to say. I would completely understand.”
Telephones, as Eliza called them, sounded so strange to Cora. She was perplexed, and maybe not as interested in them due to the fact that they had to do with muggles, but just because of their possible use to Cora. It would be nice to always have some way of contacting others if she went back to being stuck indoors. The concept didn't make sense to her really until Eliza compared them to howlers. "Oh. I get it. Like howlers," Cora said, partly to herself, repeating what Eliza had said. She watched patiently as a drawing of a telephone was sketched. "You're a good artist," Cora observed. "Well, at least I think you are. I'm not really sure what these are SUPPOSED to look like. But I think I get it now. I will have to get me one of these."
Cora was glad Eliza seemed so pleased when she said she would watch her play. Cora had meant it. "I mean it. I would come. And if that's something you're interested in, I'm sure you will succeed."
Cora blinked at Eliza, shocked. No one had actually asked about her father before, probably because Cora did her best to avoid the subject. She didn't mind, of course, she just left it alone usually. She didn't know how to put this really, since she wasn't sure herself what had happened. But she knew she wanted to open up to Eliza, since Cora didn't think that she could stay good friends with her if she didn't open up. "Well, it's a bit complicated." Cora started tentatively, uncomfortable yet confident. "He used to work in the Ministry. I'm not really sure what he did there, just that it was either too secretive or too complicated for a seven year old to understand. W-we were...going on vacation, to see our first real quidditch match. He had to stop in at work before going, so we, my mom, my older sister, and I, were supposed to meet him at the portkey." Cora's big eyes were definitely a bit glossy but she continued.
"Something went wrong at work. Dad was late and we missed the portkey. We almost turned back for home when he...when he came for us." Cora's voice was a bit broken now, though she tried to hide it. So many times she had wondered why he couldn't have just left them there and escaped. "He had been in some sort of fight, so when he apparated, two wizards came with him. They were really angry at him. When my mother realized what was going on, it was too late. Outnumbered two to one, my dad was trapped. He yelled for Mom to apparate with us, and to leave him, but she couldn't." Cora looked at the ground, not wanting to get emotional. She had often wondered what the scene had looked like. "I don't remember much more but screams. His, my mom's, mine maybe. I don't even remember anything until the next day. Mom had apparated with us back home." Cora thought about him on the ground, and had to wipe tears from her face. It had happened when she was half her age, but it still hurt. Cora vaguely remembered things after that. How she hadn't spoken for months. How she was afraid to go outside. How every little thing would remind her of him. It was different now, but still.
"He looked to Nate's lap after the owl debacle and saw Ro's body lying there, dead. "Oh no..." Matt couldn't take it. Anger flared up inside of him, his muscles tensed up, and his eyes became firey with unbridled rage. Literally. That's one thing that Matt had discovered about himself over the summer. By all accounts, he was normal. Well, as normal as a wizard could be. Except for his eyes. In a similar way to Pam's color-changing, Matt's eyes changed, revealing his every emotion.
Matt looked down at Nate, then back up at Pam. "We're putting an end to this. Tonight."
Surya couldn't resist from interrupting after something like that has happened. He could n't understand anything and had to know what really has happened.
He started, "Can anyone of you please tell me in detail of what has happened just know. What happened to that poor animal. What are you putting an end to this night? Please tell me." He was watching at the three of them curiously expecting them to speak. Why are they in an "half-crying" expression. What do they know that Surya didn't.
Resident Ghost of Ravenclaw | Intelligent & Evasive
After having a small fight with the portrait at the entrance of the Ravenclaw Room about what the answer for the riddle for entrance was...which for the record the Grey Lady was completely right with her answer of a Humperdink after all everyone knew what a Humperdink was...she finally just floated through the wall instead of taking the traditional entrance through the doorway. She was a Ravenclaw and shouldn't have to answer any stupid riddles to get in anyways!
She floated around the room eavesdropping on the conversations and shaking her head up and down to signal if she approved of the conversation or not. She hovered just above their heads with her arms crossed loosely in front of her.
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Max chuckled, glad that her mood seemed to be lightening. "Pink Ted?" Ted? Like... a teddy bear? Or was there someone in her life named Theodore that he didn't know about? Either way, he was honored to be considered one of the lucky few to be prized in her life. "Very good. Make sure you keep that mindset, please."
He knew that all too often people in ended relationships 'learned their lessons,' then simply moved onto the next love interest with no regard for the previous experiences they went through. It seemed silly.
"That's okay. It'll dry," Max offered, not wanting her to feel bad. It WAS just clothing, after all. A friend's reduced sadness was worth all the soaked robe sleeves in the world. And then Indy went on about Beezus. Oh.
"...Oh." Hm. He paused, thoughtfully considering the situation, then asked, "Well, what could she have done about it? That's a tough situation to be in, y'know? If one of my friends was going to be broken up with and I knew about it ahead of time, I think... I'd be in a tough position. Because I'd want to give the friend a heads up, but then again... it's not my place to interfere in a relationship. Y'know? So that must've been an awkward situation for her. Did she... tell you he was going to do it?"
"My teddy bear..." Indy grinned with a little giggle. "Wait here a minute..." She got up out of his embrace, and leaving the blanket on him, ran up to her dorm. About five minutes later she was back down, holding the teddy bear in her hand. She sat back down next to him, snuggling back into him. "My favorite." She placed the teddy into his lap. She did love Pink Ted so much, even if she didn't take him around with her all the time now.
"Okay..." She mused with a smile, feeling much better now. Max was just perfect like that. He was the perfect big brother. She was going to be sad when he graduated next year. It would be odd not having him around.
Indy shrugged. She would've told Bee. She'd known Bee a lot longer than she had known Dylan. She had felt sort of betrayed, but had gotten over it pretty quickly. She didn't want to be down, that just wasn't Indiana. "No..." She shook her head, a little frown on her lips. "I didn't find out till later..." Which sucked so much.
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"My teddy bear..." Indy grinned with a little giggle. "Wait here a minute..." She got up out of his embrace, and leaving the blanket on him, ran up to her dorm. About five minutes later she was back down, holding the teddy bear in her hand. She sat back down next to him, snuggling back into him. "My favorite." She placed the teddy into his lap. She did love Pink Ted so much, even if she didn't take him around with her all the time now.
"Okay..." She mused with a smile, feeling much better now. Max was just perfect like that. He was the perfect big brother. She was going to be sad when he graduated next year. It would be odd not having him around.
Indy shrugged. She would've told Bee. She'd known Bee a lot longer than she had known Dylan. She had felt sort of betrayed, but had gotten over it pretty quickly. She didn't want to be down, that just wasn't Indiana. "No..." She shook her head, a little frown on her lips. "I didn't find out till later..." Which sucked so much.
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Suddenly Indy had run off, and Max sat there, blinking at the fireplace. She just... left him? Just like that? After a minute passed and she hadn't returned, the seventh year sighed quietly to himself and took her warm spot on the couch, laying the blanket across his own lap. He rested his elbow on the armrest of the couch and rested his cheekbone against his knuckles, waiting.
When the Grey Lady flew through the door, Max turned to observe her as she glided past different groups of people; he smiled to himself as she very blatantly eavesdropped. Guess the ghosts had to entertain themselves somehow in this place, right? When she seemed bored and stopped to cross her arms at the general population of the room, he tore his gaze away and focused on the fireplace once more. A few seconds later, he heard happy footsteps on the stairs and turned to see Indy come prancing toward him with a teddy bear. She went all the way upstairs and back... just to show him her teddy bear?
A warm smile formed on his face and he patted Pink Ted's head once the bear was in his lap. "He's cute," he offered, unsure of what else she anticipated him to say about it.
Ah. So Beezus had been in just the tough situation he thought, and took the same route he probably would have. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "That's a shame. Are you two... still friends? Have you let a silly boy get between your friendship?" If she had, he hoped the term 'silly boy' would make her see that it was silly to lose a friendship over a boy. If she hadn't, then... at least Indy still had a good friendship out of the situation, right?
After having a small fight with the portrait at the entrance of the Ravenclaw Room about what the answer for the riddle for entrance was...which for the record the Grey Lady was completely right with her answer of a Humperdink after all everyone knew what a Humperdink was...she finally just floated through the wall instead of taking the traditional entrance through the doorway. She was a Ravenclaw and shouldn't have to answer any stupid riddles to get in anyways!
She floated around the room eavesdropping on the conversations and shaking her head up and down to signal if she approved of the conversation or not. She hovered just above their heads with her arms crossed loosely in front of her.
ZE GREY LADY? Am looked up from her DADA book. She had never seen her around before, but she knew who she was. Cause she was, like, a ghost. And in the Claw room. Ameliah waved a little.
Rearranging a bit - Elliot... Cora... and Grey Lady<3
Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
And that, apparently, was that. It would seem that their... *ahem* discussion over the chair was over, so Ethan did his best to turn his attention back to the letter. That was proving difficult, however, as the boy was presently all sorts of distracted. The fifth year had lost his train of thought with that letter having tried to finish it numerous times and his mind just wanted to focus on other things. Deciding just to finish it later, Ethan folded up the parchment and turned to put it in his messenger bag. As he did, a familiar face across the room caught his eye.
Was that Cora? The fifth year watched for a moment, wondering why the girl looked so sad. His gaze lingered on her for a moment until a voice on his other side caught his attention. Was that Elliot girl actually attempting a normal conversation with him?
"Yeah... I'm new..." he started, somewhat surprised. "I transferred here a few weeks ago from a school called Beauxbatons."
No sooner had he gotten those words out when a ghost drifted past his vision. A ghost?! That was... interesting. "There's a ghost in here," he mumbled to no one in particular, not really aware of saying at aloud. And, just because he felt himself staring at the spectral being, knowing it was rude to do so without speaking, he added a "Hello, Miss..." to the ghost. Because she was clearly a woman and clearly his elder.
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And that, apparently, was that. It would seem that their... *ahem* discussion over the chair was over, so Ethan did his best to turn his attention back to the letter. That was proving difficult, however, as the boy was presently all sorts of distracted. The fifth year had lost his train of thought with that letter having tried to finish it numerous times and his mind just wanted to focus on other things. Deciding just to finish it later, Ethan folded up the parchment and turned to put it in his messenger bag. As he did, a familiar face across the room caught his eye.
Was that Cora? The fifth year watched for a moment, wondering why the girl looked so sad. His gaze lingered on her for a moment until a voice on his other side caught his attention. Was that Elliot girl actually attempting a normal conversation with him?
"Yeah... I'm new..." he started, somewhat surprised. "I transferred here a few weeks ago from a school called Beauxbatons."
No sooner had he gotten those words out when a ghost drifted past his vision. A ghost?! That was... interesting. "There's a ghost in here," he mumbled to no one in particular, not really aware of saying at aloud. And, just because he felt himself staring at the spectral being, knowing it was rude to do so without speaking, he added a "Hello, Miss..." to the ghost. Because she was clearly a woman and clearly his elder.
She suddenly noticed Cora..from across the room...she shot her friend a grin and waved. "Hey, Cora!" and she gestured for Cora to come closer...maybe Cora could help Elliot play nicely. She usually did, though.
Turning back to the boy, who DIDN'T introduce himself...ahem...he went to Beauxbatons! "My little sister just started there...how is it?" she asked instantly, her eyes quickly furrowing in worry. Dani...how was she doing in France?! Was she being eaten alive by all those snooty girls?! Hopefully not, or Elliot would be finding and torturing many French girls over the summer...hmph.
Elliot, too, saw the ghost glide in...Merlin, she never came in here! Elliot eyed her, and on hearing the boy's comment snorted..."Well obviously you're in the right house...good job," she said super sarcastically...she wondered what in the world the Grey Lady was doing in here!
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
"No." It was one small word with a huge meaning. No to Ro's death, no to the promise of hellish torture for Jez, and no most directly to Matt's suggestion. "We don't leave Hogwarts, we never leave Hogwarts. We're actually safe here. And as long as we don't go after Jez she'll be alive. She's the bait--" He choked on that word. In fact, he couldn't finish the sentence. Instead he gently closed Rowena's eyes and picked her up, carrying her, cradled, toward the open window. He wasn't going to toss her out of the window. Not by any means. He just needed some fresh air.
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Surya couldn't resist from interrupting after something like that has happened. He could n't understand anything and had to know what really has happened.
He started, "Can anyone of you please tell me in detail of what has happened just know. What happened to that poor animal. What are you putting an end to this night? Please tell me." He was watching at the three of them curiously expecting them to speak. Why are they in an "half-crying" expression. What do they know that Surya didn't.
Matt was ultimately disappointed by Nate's answer. But he knew Nate was right. They couldn't go after their dear friend, but she truly was just bait. And he also knew that Jared would stop at nothing to destroy everybody involved. However, this didn't stop Matt from trying to devise a plan. He was a brilliant strategist, how could he have not come up with a working plan by now? As he watched his friend walk to the window, cradling Ro in his hands, he saw any last hope of getting Jez back disappear with it.
When a first year asked him what was going on, he just shot him the cruelest look he could muster up. With his eyes, he said what he wanted to say out loud. "What you don't know can't hurt you, kid." And Matt didn't want to see Team Wolf hurt anybody else. The list was too long already. Matt relaxed his expression and let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry," he said to the student, "This is something that nobody else can be a part of. For safety reasons." He then looked over to his girlfriend. "Hey Pam, wanna go play some Wizard's Chess?"
When a first year asked him what was going on, he just shot him the cruelest look he could muster up. With his eyes, he said what he wanted to say out loud. "What you don't know can't hurt you, kid." And Matt didn't want to see Team Wolf hurt anybody else. The list was too long already. Matt relaxed his expression and let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry," he said to the student, "This is something that nobody else can be a part of. For safety reasons." He then looked over to his girlfriend. "Hey Pam, wanna go play some Wizard's Chess?"
Surya was shocked to see the boy so angry. By seeing all this he can clearly understand that there is something big and dangerous going on. "Sorry mate, Didn't want to intrude your privacy." Now what should Surya do? He may not be able to sleep tight tonight if he doesn't understand the situation. Maybe he should ask an other person about the it. "By the way! I am Surya, Fourth Year." he replied back.
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"No." It was one small word with a huge meaning. No to Ro's death, no to the promise of hellish torture for Jez, and no most directly to Matt's suggestion. "We don't leave Hogwarts, we never leave Hogwarts. We're actually safe here. And as long as we don't go after Jez she'll be alive. She's the bait--" He choked on that word. In fact, he couldn't finish the sentence. Instead he gently closed Rowena's eyes and picked her up, carrying her, cradled, toward the open window. He wasn't going to toss her out of the window. Not by any means. He just needed some fresh air.
Surya went to the window where the boy was holding the poor animal."Hello! You are Nate aren't you? I am Surya, Your friend there has refused to tell me anything about what has just happened. I can understand it clearly that you people are in some kind of a mystery and it's wrong of me to interfere. But my levels of curiosity are very high. Please I beg you, please tell me what's going on with you people!" he pleaded the boy.
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Surya was shocked to see the boy so angry. By seeing all this he can clearly understand that there is something big and dangerous going on. "Sorry mate, Didn't want to intrude your privacy." Now what should Surya do? He may not be able to sleep tight tonight if he doesn't understand the situation. Maybe he should ask an other person about the it. "By the way! I am Surya, Fourth Year." he replied back.
Surya went to the window where the boy was holding the poor animal."Hello! You are Nate aren't you? I am Surya, Your friend there has refused to tell me anything about what has just happened. I can understand it clearly that you people are in some kind of a mystery and it's wrong of me to interfere. But my levels of curiosity are very high. Please I beg you, please tell me what's going on with you people!" he pleaded the boy.
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Originally Posted by MattValentine
Matt was ultimately disappointed by Nate's answer. But he knew Nate was right. They couldn't go after their dear friend, but she truly was just bait. And he also knew that Jared would stop at nothing to destroy everybody involved. However, this didn't stop Matt from trying to devise a plan. He was a brilliant strategist, how could he have not come up with a working plan by now? As he watched his friend walk to the window, cradling Ro in his hands, he saw any last hope of getting Jez back disappear with it.
When a first year asked him what was going on, he just shot him the cruelest look he could muster up. With his eyes, he said what he wanted to say out loud. "What you don't know can't hurt you, kid." And Matt didn't want to see Team Wolf hurt anybody else. The list was too long already. Matt relaxed his expression and let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry," he said to the student, "This is something that nobody else can be a part of. For safety reasons." He then looked over to his girlfriend. "Hey Pam, wanna go play some Wizard's Chess?"
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Originally Posted by Surya Raju
Surya couldn't resist from interrupting after something like that has happened. He could n't understand anything and had to know what really has happened.
He started, "Can anyone of you please tell me in detail of what has happened just know. What happened to that poor animal. What are you putting an end to this night? Please tell me." He was watching at the three of them curiously expecting them to speak. Why are they in an "half-crying" expression. What do they know that Surya didn't.
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Originally Posted by EastonionNW
SPOILER!!: Who let the cat out of the bag?!
"No." It was one small word with a huge meaning. No to Ro's death, no to the promise of hellish torture for Jez, and no most directly to Matt's suggestion. "We don't leave Hogwarts, we never leave Hogwarts. We're actually safe here. And as long as we don't go after Jez she'll be alive. She's the bait--" He choked on that word. In fact, he couldn't finish the sentence. Instead he gently closed Rowena's eyes and picked her up, carrying her, cradled, toward the open window. He wasn't going to toss her out of the window. Not by any means. He just needed some fresh air.
Pam looked at the boy with annoyance. As curious as he was, Pam knew he would never get his answer. And, quite frankly, he didn't care. This kid seemed unexperienced, and unable to handle the burden that all of them carry. She used to think that adding people into their group would make things easier for everybody. There would always be someone to watch their back. But the more people that got added, the more complicated things got.
She was watching the boy walk up to Nate, as Matt asked her to play wizards chess. She took a moment to decide. On one had, she could use somthing to ease her mind. To distract her from the event of today. But on the other hand, she wasn't very good at Wizard's Chess, and didn't feel like losing against Matt. Again.
"No." She said with a sigh. "But I would like to go elsewhere." She didn't neccessarily mean another room, or area. They could easily just move to a couch near the fire, or into another section of the commons. She just wanted to get away from this spot. Anywhere would be better than here.
Matt was ultimately disappointed by Nate's answer. But he knew Nate was right. They couldn't go after their dear friend, but she truly was just bait. And he also knew that Jared would stop at nothing to destroy everybody involved. However, this didn't stop Matt from trying to devise a plan. He was a brilliant strategist, how could he have not come up with a working plan by now? As he watched his friend walk to the window, cradling Ro in his hands, he saw any last hope of getting Jez back disappear with it.
When a first year asked him what was going on, he just shot him the cruelest look he could muster up. With his eyes, he said what he wanted to say out loud. "What you don't know can't hurt you, kid." And Matt didn't want to see Team Wolf hurt anybody else. The list was too long already. Matt relaxed his expression and let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry," he said to the student, "This is something that nobody else can be a part of. For safety reasons." He then looked over to his girlfriend. "Hey Pam, wanna go play some Wizard's Chess?"
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Originally Posted by Surya Raju
Surya was shocked to see the boy so angry. By seeing all this he can clearly understand that there is something big and dangerous going on. "Sorry mate, Didn't want to intrude your privacy." Now what should Surya do? He may not be able to sleep tight tonight if he doesn't understand the situation. Maybe he should ask an other person about the it. "By the way! I am Surya, Fourth Year." he replied back.
Surya went to the window where the boy was holding the poor animal."Hello! You are Nate aren't you? I am Surya, Your friend there has refused to tell me anything about what has just happened. I can understand it clearly that you people are in some kind of a mystery and it's wrong of me to interfere. But my levels of curiosity are very high. Please I beg you, please tell me what's going on with you people!" he pleaded the boy.
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Originally Posted by keepmeclose22
SPOILER!!: you people
Pam looked at the boy with annoyance. As curious as he was, Pam knew he would never get his answer. And, quite frankly, he didn't care. This kid seemed unexperienced, and unable to handle the burden that all of them carry. She used to think that adding people into their group would make things easier for everybody. There would always be someone to watch their back. But the more people that got added, the more complicated things got.
She was watching the boy walk up to Nate, as Matt asked her to play wizards chess. She took a moment to decide. On one had, she could use somthing to ease her mind. To distract her from the event of today. But on the other hand, she wasn't very good at Wizard's Chess, and didn't feel like losing against Matt. Again.
"No." She said with a sigh. "But I would like to go elsewhere." She didn't neccessarily mean another room, or area. They could easily just move to a couch near the fire, or into another section of the commons. She just wanted to get away from this spot. Anywhere would be better than here.
Nate was already angry at the entire situation before Matt's apparently nonchalant request for a game of chess, but hearing that come from his mouth after what had happened made Nate's anger flare up. He kept his same grim expression, though, unable to be changed. Pam's declination of Matt's offer made Nate feel a bit better--at least she understood the gravity of the situation--but it was still nothing that could help him much. As Nate was staring out the window at the late-afternoon sun, just starting to descend over the lake, another fourth year walked up, evidently already knowing him by name. "Nate? That's me," he said, shaking the boy's hand, "Nice to meet you, Surya." There was no way he was telling this kid the truth. If he did, Surya would be dead within a week of the next summer. "This is my cat," he lied, "she was accidentally petrified when I was practicing some spells earlier." He sniffed a bit. "She never woke up." It was a very helpful combination when a great liar had actual misery to cover up his story. After having finished his lie, Nate went back to staring out the window, wiping a small tear off of his cheek with his robe sleeve.
Nate was already angry at the entire situation before Matt's apparently nonchalant request for a game of chess, but hearing that come from his mouth after what had happened made Nate's anger flare up. He kept his same grim expression, though, unable to be changed. Pam's declination of Matt's offer made Nate feel a bit better--at least she understood the gravity of the situation--but it was still nothing that could help him much. As Nate was staring out the window at the late-afternoon sun, just starting to descend over the lake, another fourth year walked up, evidently already knowing him by name. "Nate? That's me," he said, shaking the boy's hand, "Nice to meet you, Surya." There was no way he was telling this kid the truth. If he did, Surya would be dead within a week of the next summer. "This is my cat," he lied, "she was accidentally petrified when I was practicing some spells earlier." He sniffed a bit. "She never woke up." It was a very helpful combination when a great liar had actual misery to cover up his story. After having finished his lie, Nate went back to staring out the window, wiping a small tear off of his cheek with his robe sleeve.
Nate was unbelievably convincing. But their conversation doesn't match with his story. So he is clearly lying. But Surya doesn't have a proof. And if these people want to make it that big a secret then maybe he shouldn't bother them with all this questioning. Or maybe he can try asking them later about it. Damn Surya! After two people tell you not to meddle into their affairs still you want to poke your nose into them. You have to be ashamed of yourself. Maybe I should observe them from a distance to have a clue of what they are doing. That's right maybe i have to spy on them! Who knows? They may even fall into a grave danger anytime. Think of it in that way .
Nate was unbelievably convincing. But their conversation doesn't match with his story. So he is clearly lying. But Surya doesn't have a proof. And if these people want to make it that big a secret then maybe he shouldn't bother them with all this questioning. Or maybe he can try asking them later about it. Damn Surya! After two people tell you not to meddle into their affairs still you want to poke your nose into them. You have to be ashamed of yourself. Maybe I should observe them from a distance to have a clue of what they are doing. That's right maybe i have to spy on them! Who knows? They may even fall into a grave danger anytime. Think of it in that way .
Matt did feel bad about just extending an offer to play a game so quickly after this tragedy has occurred, but it was the only thing he knew to get his mind off of the situation. Let's see, after Ro, the count would be at a total of, 3? 4? Matt couldn't remember the number of people close to him that Team Wolf had taken away from him, including killing his own brother. Matt was worried about the rest of the group, outside of Hogwarts. They had no protection from the evil group. For all he knew, they could all be dead right now. Matt shuddered at the thought of his twin siblings being murdered as well. "Nate, come on," he said, "Let's go talk." As he began to walk out of the room, he turned back to Surya. "I'm sorry for the way I was earlier. You didn't deserve that. I'm just new here. The only people in this house that I really trust are Nate and Pam."
ZE GREY LADY? Am looked up from her DADA book. She had never seen her around before, but she knew who she was. Cause she was, like, a ghost. And in the Claw room. Ameliah waved a little.
Surya found Am in one corner speaking with a ghost. How brave she is! She must have been a Gryffindor. But thank god she isn't. She is his first friend in Hogwarts. He walked over to her. "Hey Am! Guess what! I have just heard 3 fourth years are in something very mysterious. They refused to tell me what it was and tell me that It is for my own safety. I have decided to spy on them. What do you think I have to do. Am i going in the right way? What you think is very important for me."
Surya found Am in one corner speaking with a ghost. How brave she is! She must have been a Gryffindor. But thank god she isn't. She is his first friend in Hogwarts. He walked over to her. "Hey Am! Guess what! I have just heard 3 fourth years are in something very mysterious. They refused to tell me what it was and tell me that It is for my own safety. I have decided to spy on them. What do you think I have to do. Am i going in the right way? What you think is very important for me."
Am raised her eyebrows as Surya walked over. SPY...? "Well, duh, you should spy on them. You're a Claw, for crying out loud! If you wanna know something, you should!" At least...that was Am's take on being a Ravenclaw. But she only really used it so she wouldn't feel guilty about eavesdropping. "But first, you want all your information pulled together. Tell me what you know." She pulled out a scrap of parchment and her special spy-black ink and looked at Surya questioningly.
Am raised her eyebrows as Surya walked over. SPY...? "Well, duh, you should spy on them. You're a Claw, for crying out loud! If you wanna know something, you should!" At least...that was Am's take on being a Ravenclaw. But she only really used it so she wouldn't feel guilty about eavesdropping. "But first, you want all your information pulled together. Tell me what you know." She pulled out a scrap of parchment and her special spy-black ink and looked at Surya questioningly.
"Thanks" Surya felt happy that Am thought in the same way he did. "But I cannot tell it to you here, we will meet some where else tomorrow" Surya replied. "How about The Three BroomSticks?" he added.
"Thanks" Surya felt happy that Am thought in the same way he did. "But I cannot tell it to you here, we will meet some where else tomorrow" Surya replied. "How about The Three BroomSticks?" he added.
Am nodded. "Yeah, broomsticks'll be fine. If they don't let us this weekend, though, how about the table in the main hall?"
Sorry for the wait! ...and she didn't intro herself either ;)
Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
She suddenly noticed Cora..from across the room...she shot her friend a grin and waved. "Hey, Cora!" and she gestured for Cora to come closer...maybe Cora could help Elliot play nicely. She usually did, though.
Turning back to the boy, who DIDN'T introduce himself...ahem...he went to Beauxbatons! "My little sister just started there...how is it?" she asked instantly, her eyes quickly furrowing in worry. Dani...how was she doing in France?! Was she being eaten alive by all those snooty girls?! Hopefully not, or Elliot would be finding and torturing many French girls over the summer...hmph.
Elliot, too, saw the ghost glide in...Merlin, she never came in here! Elliot eyed her, and on hearing the boy's comment snorted..."Well obviously you're in the right house...good job," she said super sarcastically...she wondered what in the world the Grey Lady was doing in here!
Wait.. what?
Ethan stared at Elliot in disbelief. She knew Cora? That wasn't exactly far-fetched as they were all in the same house... but she was waving to her like they were good friends... and that wasn't possible. How could someone as sweet and kind as Cora be friends with someone as sharp-tongued and entitled as the girl next to him? No matter how smart the Sorting Hat claimed him to be, that was something the boy could not wrap his head around. Nope, there had to be some ulterior motive the girl had for calling to Cora, he thought, as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
His expression softened considerably, however, as the girl then mentioned his old school. Was that concern written on her face? Perhaps she wasn't as self-absorbed as the boy thought. "I'm sure she'll love it there," he began. "The classes are a bit different than they are here... not really in a bad way though. On weekends, sometimes we would visit Vias Plage... The palace, the food, everything was just... magnificent." Okay, now he was really missing the place. Guh, he hated that homesick feeling... "Does she speak French?" Of course there would be assistance if she needed it, but it did help to speak the language. "The name's Ethan, by the way," he added as an after-thought. If they were going to have an actual conversation, they might as well know who they were talking to. He assumed her name was Elliot only because the chair-tipper called her that.
His attention turned back to the ghost. Ethan ignored the sarcastic tone in favor of noticing how unfazed she was by the spectral presence. Obviously she was used to her. He leaned forward and said in a hushed tone, "If you know her so well then, who is she?" And why was she gracing them with her presence? Curious.
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Wait.. what?
Ethan stared at Elliot in disbelief. She knew Cora? That wasn't exactly far-fetched as they were all in the same house... but she was waving to her like they were good friends... and that wasn't possible. How could someone as sweet and kind as Cora be friends with someone as sharp-tongued and entitled as the girl next to him? No matter how smart the Sorting Hat claimed him to be, that was something the boy could not wrap his head around. Nope, there had to be some ulterior motive the girl had for calling to Cora, he thought, as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
His expression softened considerably, however, as the girl then mentioned his old school. Was that concern written on her face? Perhaps she wasn't as self-absorbed as the boy thought. "I'm sure she'll love it there," he began. "The classes are a bit different than they are here... not really in a bad way though. On weekends, sometimes we would visit Vias Plage... The palace, the food, everything was just... magnificent." Okay, now he was really missing the place. Guh, he hated that homesick feeling... "Does she speak French?" Of course there would be assistance if she needed it, but it did help to speak the language. "The name's Ethan, by the way," he added as an after-thought. If they were going to have an actual conversation, they might as well know who they were talking to. He assumed her name was Elliot only because the chair-tipper called her that.
His attention turned back to the ghost. Ethan ignored the sarcastic tone in favor of noticing how unfazed she was by the spectral presence. Obviously she was used to her. He leaned forward and said in a hushed tone, "If you know her so well then, who is she?" And why was she gracing them with her presence? Curious.
She was hanging onto this guy's words...like they were the secret to eternal life or something...because...she missed Dani a LOT and worried about her...a lot! "She's lucky, then. I kept telling her she picked the wrong school..." Sigh. "Whatever. IT's still a good education..." Yep. Even if it wasn't as cool as Hogwarts.
"Oh...yeah, she does. When she decided to go there a year ago my father had her privately tutored every day in French...she picked it up quickly. She's not as fluent as she would like to be, but I'm sure she'll get by..." Elliot's worry only increased, now. Wittle Dani knowing French...and her little sister's lessons had been on weekends, too. Merlin, Elliot got off easy with Latin! She no longer even needed lessons with that. Though you couldn't speak Latin as well as French...meh.
Oh. His name was Ethan. "Well, Ethan, pleasure is yours, I assure you, to have met THE Elliot Morganzo." You know, only the prettiest/smartest/most awesome girl in all of...Ravenclaw. And possibly England...*shrug*
She shot a glance at the Grey Lady..."Oh, that's the Grey Lady...she's our ghost. As in..the Ravenclaw Ghost." Merlin...he didn't know who she was?! Had he read Hogwarts a History yet? Apparently not!
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Cora watched from across the room as Elliot and Ethan had some sort of fight. She couldn't tell exactly what it was about, but hoped Elliot wasn't being too mean. Cora had an urge to walk up and defend Ethan, but then again Elliot was like her best friend. Confused as to what to do, Cora made to walk towards them, when Eliza replied, getting Cora focused. It was probably for the better. Cora didn't really like confrontation. She just hoped everyone was getting along.
Telephones, as Eliza called them, sounded so strange to Cora. She was perplexed, and maybe not as interested in them due to the fact that they had to do with muggles, but just because of their possible use to Cora. It would be nice to always have some way of contacting others if she went back to being stuck indoors. The concept didn't make sense to her really until Eliza compared them to howlers. "Oh. I get it. Like howlers," Cora said, partly to herself, repeating what Eliza had said. She watched patiently as a drawing of a telephone was sketched. "You're a good artist," Cora observed. "Well, at least I think you are. I'm not really sure what these are SUPPOSED to look like. But I think I get it now. I will have to get me one of these."
Cora was glad Eliza seemed so pleased when she said she would watch her play. Cora had meant it. "I mean it. I would come. And if that's something you're interested in, I'm sure you will succeed."
Cora blinked at Eliza, shocked. No one had actually asked about her father before, probably because Cora did her best to avoid the subject. She didn't mind, of course, she just left it alone usually. She didn't know how to put this really, since she wasn't sure herself what had happened. But she knew she wanted to open up to Eliza, since Cora didn't think that she could stay good friends with her if she didn't open up. "Well, it's a bit complicated." Cora started tentatively, uncomfortable yet confident. "He used to work in the Ministry. I'm not really sure what he did there, just that it was either too secretive or too complicated for a seven year old to understand. W-we were...going on vacation, to see our first real quidditch match. He had to stop in at work before going, so we, my mom, my older sister, and I, were supposed to meet him at the portkey." Cora's big eyes were definitely a bit glossy but she continued.
"Something went wrong at work. Dad was late and we missed the portkey. We almost turned back for home when he...when he came for us." Cora's voice was a bit broken now, though she tried to hide it. So many times she had wondered why he couldn't have just left them there and escaped. "He had been in some sort of fight, so when he apparated, two wizards came with him. They were really angry at him. When my mother realized what was going on, it was too late. Outnumbered two to one, my dad was trapped. He yelled for Mom to apparate with us, and to leave him, but she couldn't." Cora looked at the ground, not wanting to get emotional. She had often wondered what the scene had looked like. "I don't remember much more but screams. His, my mom's, mine maybe. I don't even remember anything until the next day. Mom had apparated with us back home." Cora thought about him on the ground, and had to wipe tears from her face. It had happened when she was half her age, but it still hurt. Cora vaguely remembered things after that. How she hadn't spoken for months. How she was afraid to go outside. How every little thing would remind her of him. It was different now, but still.
Cora was distracted by a couple of students in the common room and Eliza wondered if she was keeping her from talking to them. She decided to continue their conversation first, and when she did - Cora seemed to be listening fully. She made a mental note to ask her about them in a minute.
Eliza blushed when Cora said she was a good artist. “Thanks,” she smiled and laughed. “Yeah I guess it would be easy to say that since you’ve never seen a phone before.” She put her sketchpad away and said, “And not to toot my own horn but I think they looked about right.”
Eliza tried to picture herself in a crowded stadium, flying dangerously high on a broom. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be that comfortable, but she wasn’t going to rule it out. “Thanks,” she said again and smiled.
She let out what she hoped was an inaudible breath of air. She was mentally crossing all of her fingers and toes that she hadn’t gone too far with her nosy question. She just really wanted to understand.
As soon as Cora said her dad worked at the Ministry, she knew it must’ve been something terrible that happened. Her father had wanted to work there, but her mother forbade it. She’d heard too many horror stories about workers having trouble with the secrets they kept, or with whomever they kept them from. She listened intently as Cora told her account of what happened that night.
Her eyes widened as the tale went on. She tried to regain control of her expression. She wanted to be helpful, not stir up anxiety in the poor girl. She found herself reaching out to lightly touch Cora’s arm as she went on. Hoping not to interrupt her, she let her arm drop back down and nodded to show she was following. She couldn’t imagine the panic her family must’ve felt as they watched their husband and father be so helpless to protect himself or them.
When Cora had finished, she found herself struggling for the right words to say. Tears had begun to form in her own eyes as she watched Cora wipe hers away. Careful not to stutter, she said, “Cora, I am so, so sorry.” She wanted to be strong for her friend, so she choked back her tears. “That must’ve been so hard for you and your family.”
She looked at the girl whom earlier she had placed so far beyond herself in life and the knowledge of magic, and saw that she was not so different from herself - from anyone really. Any person anywhere could be struggling with something like this, she thought. She was glad that Cora had shared this personal moment with her. She would not forget it, ever. Eliza felt that maybe Cora was supposed to drop her book on the train earlier that term. Maybe Eliza was meant to help Cora somehow. She seemed fine at school, sure, but she knew a life touched by such loss must not always be what it seems.
“I…I know that your mom is, um, a bit strict now - and understandably so,” she added “but I just want you to know that if you or your family ever need anything, I’m sure my parents would do whatever they could to help out. Even though your mom’s never met them or anything…” She shifted the strap of her bag. “And thank you. Thank you for sharing that with me. That was really brave.” She gave her a small smile.
Eliza wasn’t sure what to say next. Any trivial class talk felt like it would just wash away Cora’s honest moment. Not wanting her silence to make Cora feel awkward though, she finally said, “So um, do you know those kids over there?” She gestured to the ones by the chairs that had been talking loudly earlier.
Am nodded. "Yeah, broomsticks'll be fine. If they don't let us this weekend, though, how about the table in the main hall?"
"Sure! I will be going there now. Come to ___'s table as soon as you finish reading your book. I will wait for you there." Surya didn't want anyone to know which table they were heading to. So he whispered it into AM's ear.
Matt did feel bad about just extending an offer to play a game so quickly after this tragedy has occurred, but it was the only thing he knew to get his mind off of the situation. Let's see, after Ro, the count would be at a total of, 3? 4? Matt couldn't remember the number of people close to him that Team Wolf had taken away from him, including killing his own brother. Matt was worried about the rest of the group, outside of Hogwarts. They had no protection from the evil group. For all he knew, they could all be dead right now. Matt shuddered at the thought of his twin siblings being murdered as well. "Nate, come on," he said, "Let's go talk." As he began to walk out of the room, he turned back to Surya. "I'm sorry for the way I was earlier. You didn't deserve that. I'm just new here. The only people in this house that I really trust are Nate and Pam."
Words could not describe how much Nate wanted to just sit on the windowsill and let himself fall backwards to his very Dumbledore-like demise. But Matt pulled him back, almost literally. "Alright," he droned emotionlessly, turning and following Matt in an almost zombie-like state. He was pretty desensitized to anything around him, but that didn't keep him from overhearing the rather loud Indian boy talking to the other girl about spying on them. At least they didn't know Jordan was involved, too. Of course, having heard about the Three Broomsticks, Nate made a mental note to be there at around the same time. They wouldn't be hard to find. However, time for counter-espionage hadn't yet come. Right then it was time to go deal with the situation with Matt and Pam.
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