 Sitting with a Lucy Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
Daisy's approach to choosing her NEWT level classes had been pretty straight forward. Pick what she liked (and what her Mum told her was useful and, quote, You absolutely need to study that, Daisy Elladora) and dropped the things she wasn't interested in. History of Magic was not her favourite but the classes were interesting enough and usually filled with discussions that greatly amused her.
Remember last year's attack on Salazar Slytherin? Good times.
"Morning, Professor!" Daisy greeted as she walked into the classroom with a slight spring in her step. It couldn't be helped, even if it wasn't exactly unconscious; Hogsmeade weekend was almost there, after all which meant buying candy and possibly snowball fights if it snowed during the night. But. Uhm. Why was everyone complaining about the cold? The corridor wasn't that cold, was it? Daisy didn't really feel it so she moved past the hot chocolate and the treats and towards the classroom.
"Skylar." The sixth year looked at her fellow Slytherin and shook her head at the girl's question. Didn't she want to play Quidditch professionally too? "Coffee is terrible for you, you shouldn't drink it." Because she was a child, but Daisy didn't add that part, in case Skylar got offended. Instead, she waved enthusiastically at Derf and Abey, glad to see them together and in the company of a first year. Were all the Gryffindors sitting together, though? "Dora, why are you checking your eyesight just before class?" So weird, sooooo weird. Whatever. Let Levi and Bentley handle their housemate. She wiggled her fingers in the direction of her best friend and sent Bentley a smile because she was trying not to judge him and dislike him. Genuinely. Mainly because she was finally understood that he truly was unavoidable. Oh well.
But Daisy was not going over there. Daisy was going to sit ... next to Lucy, yes! The girl still looked stressed but the Slytherin quickly made her way over and took a seat next to the Hufflepuff. "Lucy, how are you this morning?" She set her bag on the table and squinted at the Hufflepuff. "Have you had breakfast?"
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