Post by Amelia Aziza Travers on Oct 2, 2018 21:58:37 GMT -5
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[attr="class","title1"]Don't be scared
[attr="class","subtitle1"]Though yesterday no one cared
They're getting your place prepared
Where you want to be
They're getting your place prepared
Where you want to be
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Things were getting easier, better.
The sickness still swum strong outside Hogwarts, and true, there were one or two students in her year who had caught it, but so far. . .they understood it. They knew how to fight it. She hadn't caught it yet, and she took the proper and necessary precautions. Her evening patrols helped ease her mind-- there were students to know, a few students to comfort, students to tease into a better mood. The days were going by easier, and while truthfully she was somewhat irritated that this was happening her last year in Hogwarts, it was almost a harken-back to times of old, when something new and exciting happened every year. So long as her luck held, she could be content.
Her clubs were going well, the younger Prefects learning their responsibilities, and things with Remy were still of course going well. Dio was still manageable, Kamil had settled down some, Laurentin adjusting well. There was some other First year she wanted to check on, some Russian girl that he'd mentioned. No, she didn't know Slavic, but perhaps the girl knew some French? They'd find a way, or perhaps she'd take whatever spare time she had to cobble something together. Connections, after all, were always something to be kept up on.
There was a familiar face in the corridor, she knew. Oh, she knew the face-- perhaps not his, but his young-boy-beauty-- Blue. That was it. Blue Lachlan's kid brother. . .Beathan.
"Mister Lachlan," she greeted him with a softer smile. "How's your family going?"
Things were getting easier, better.
The sickness still swum strong outside Hogwarts, and true, there were one or two students in her year who had caught it, but so far. . .they understood it. They knew how to fight it. She hadn't caught it yet, and she took the proper and necessary precautions. Her evening patrols helped ease her mind-- there were students to know, a few students to comfort, students to tease into a better mood. The days were going by easier, and while truthfully she was somewhat irritated that this was happening her last year in Hogwarts, it was almost a harken-back to times of old, when something new and exciting happened every year. So long as her luck held, she could be content.
Her clubs were going well, the younger Prefects learning their responsibilities, and things with Remy were still of course going well. Dio was still manageable, Kamil had settled down some, Laurentin adjusting well. There was some other First year she wanted to check on, some Russian girl that he'd mentioned. No, she didn't know Slavic, but perhaps the girl knew some French? They'd find a way, or perhaps she'd take whatever spare time she had to cobble something together. Connections, after all, were always something to be kept up on.
There was a familiar face in the corridor, she knew. Oh, she knew the face-- perhaps not his, but his young-boy-beauty-- Blue. That was it. Blue Lachlan's kid brother. . .Beathan.
"Mister Lachlan," she greeted him with a softer smile. "How's your family going?"
[attr="class","tags1"]☆ @beathan , 258 words☆
[attr="class","credz1"]❤fai
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