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Post by Brooke Santini on Apr 15, 2014 23:51:25 GMT -5
Brooke watched two raindrops race against the windowpane, eventually converging into one fat droplet. The rain had been relentless ever since Headmistress Marevas' funeral. Puddles were forming in the patches and the Black Lake was steadily rising. It was an ominous sign of things to come in the upcoming year, Brooke was sure of it. After first hearing the news of the Headmistress' death, Brooke had been in shock. After Aurora's prophecy, Brooke had rushed to the Headmistress with her best friend, but besides that, she lacked any one on one time with the woman who ran the school. The only positive thing that came out of the whole ordeal was that Brooke got to see two of her three older sisters, which was pretty rare these days. Rhianna and Natasha had both been present within the sea of Ministry officials and Hogwarts alumni, and had sought her out soon after the ceremony was over. That had been a few days ago, and now term was officially starting up again, although this year didn't feel quite right. Her Prefectship was in jeopardy, but that wasn't what was bothering her. Headmistress Pendergrast just didn't seem sincere to Brooke. Her speech at the funeral about accelerating Hogwarts to a level of excellence never before seen had seemed so pretentious to Brooke's ears. She could sense a big change was going to happen within the school, she just didn't know whether it would be for better or for worse.
The rain began to pound even harder against the windows and Brooke became envious of the students who had claimed the stuffy armchairs near the warm fire. She was stuck with one of the seats near the window, away from the heat. She tucked her legs up underneath her and wrapped her sweater around herself more tightly. The book she had been reading was spread out on the table in front of her, but she had been reading the same paragraph over and over again for the past half hour. This gloomy weather made Brooke just want to curl up and go to sleep, but she kept getting distracted by her thoughts. What would this year have in store for them...and why did she feel like they were all doomed?
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Post by Luke Rousseau on Apr 20, 2014 17:44:56 GMT -5
Luke had spent the past few hours trying to be productive in the library. He would have much rather been outside, but it was raining and he needed to have somewhat decent grades. However, his mind kept wandering and his focus was completely lost within a short amount of time. He couldn't stand to be left alone with his thoughts lately. He just needed to get back on his broom, but the weather was hell bent on keeping him away. Giving up completely, Luke packed away his textbooks and returned to the Gryffindor common room.
All of the chairs by the fire were unfortunately taken, but a smile curled on his lips when he noticed an empty seat across from a brunette girl in his year. He quickly made his way over to the table, and dropped his bag unceremoniously. He collapsed in the chair across from her, his smile widening. The pair knew each other quite well, but hadn't seen much of each other lately. Luke glanced at the textbook spread out in front of her, trying to figure out what she was looking at. "Studying on a beautiful day like this? A shame," joked Luke. He put his hand on hers and squeezed it quickly. "Stop looking so gloomy. It doesn't suit you," he added. Her hand was cold, and no wonder. It was a bit chilly so far from the fire. But Luke was like a walking furnace. He pulled his Quidditch sweatshirt over his head and tossed it at his girlfriend. "Penny for your thoughts? I bet you're not thinking about me with a frown like that."
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Post by Brooke Santini on Jul 4, 2014 18:41:38 GMT -5
Brooke snapped out of her reverie the moment a familiar blonde haired boy plopped into the chair across from her. "One of us has to be the smart one," she joked, a half smile automatically curling her lips upwards. She closed her textbook with a slam, not even quite sure of what she had been trying to study. She squeezed his hand back, grateful that he was here with her. Amidst all the confusion and chaos at the school, he was like her beacon of light, however cliche that may sound. She shrugged into his Quidditch sweater as he tossed it at her, and instantly felt a little better. Luke tended to have that effect on her.
"Don't you feel like everything around here is going to change? Everything we've been used to for the past six years just...poof," Brooke inquired. She glanced around the common room to make sure the Headmistress' daughter wasn't lurking, before continuing on. "This new Headmistress seems like some power hungry psycho who has our education at the bottom of her list of priorities. We've all worked hard to get to where we are, and she could change all of that. I guess I'm just really freaked out about not knowing what's going to happen," Brooke admitted with a defeated sigh. It felt like a weight being lifted off her chest. She knew she wasn't the only student feeling the tension mounting around them. Brooke's last year at Hogwarts was supposed to be the best, but right now it felt like it was bound to be the worst.
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