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Luna treds up the small, winding stone steps leading to the owlery, clutching her letter to her father in one hand, and her robes in the other. The wind is harsher up here, in the drafty tower, but she pushes on, desperate for some contact outside of Hogwarts. He has been feeling pent up for the past week; sure the school is vast and she can find ( Read more... )

Luna sits near the middle of a long table in the library, her various notes from fourth year Potions notes spread around her like a fan. She glances over her looping scrawl, frowning slightly. In the corners and margins of her pages, names like Luna Weasley and a picture of a moon with a plus sign and a picture of a weasel wearing a crown. She ( Read more... )

Lisa sits at the empty end of Ravenclaw table, drawing in her sketchbook, an arm curved around it to guard it a bit from prying eyes. She likes drawing in the Great Hall, when she can. Somehow it's just the right level of noise to help her focus. She glances up at the clock. Ernie should be out of Potions soon. She draws another curve on the page, ( Read more... )

Hannah sits alone at a table, puzzling at her Transfiguration essay. She's spent more time in the library lately, revising. Partly as a means to avoid Ernie, but she's realised she needs the quiet of the library to aid in her studying as well.

She looks between her book and her notes, then scratches something out on the essay with a sigh.

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Terry looks out the window forlornly. It's been a week or more now of snow, and there's nothing to do but revise the same work over and over. Terry doesn't much like revising, so sometimes he just pretends to revise. He'd play a game, but he's sick of beating everyone in Ravenclaw at chess, and it's the only game most of his housemates will play, ( Read more... )

Millicent sits on her bed, holding a mirror in one hand while she plays with her hair, trying out some new styles.

If anyone sees me like this, I'll hex them.

She brushes her hair, nearly dropping the brush when someone opens the door.

Great, just bloody great.

She hurriedly goes back to her normal style and looks up as someone enters

Professor Snape stands on the dais in the dungeon classroom, watching as the dismissed students leave hastily, eager to get away, just as eager, no doubt, as he is to be rid of them. All except one . . .

"Miss Granger. A word with you."

Luna bursts into the common room in one last burst of engery she had left in her. Once she turned the corner of the corrior where she was talking with Hermione, she had pushed herself into a full out run. Now she stops herself suddenly before she plowed right into surly looking 4th year, who was carrying a massive load of thick text books. She ( Read more... )

Hermione walks down the corridor on her way to the library. She's got books to return in her arms and plans to check more out, especially hoping to poke about and see what she can dig up concerning the mark on Ron's arm. She's thinking about the mark, then her thoughts turn to Ron and unconsciously a smile appears on her face, her step becomes ( Read more... )