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SilverTiger · 01-22-2018, 02:44 AM

Charms. Another of the lessons Stasya usually looked forward to, mostly because it was taught by her head of house and he was one of the professors who she trusted with stuff. Even if that had mostly just been because Professor Hirsch had told her she ought to tell Professor Marchand stuff because he was her head of house. She still liked him, and she felt like he needed people who liked him here at Hogwarts since the other Professor Marchand had left. That and she was curious how she was, to be honest. Either way, as long as her friends didn’t get burned with hot butter again in lessons, she liked Charms. She was fairly good with Charms, too. By now. She’d practiced a lot on her own, when she hadn’t been working on dueling club related spells. There were a lot of Charms she could use to help the creatures, too.

The weather wasn’t bothering her overly much, but even with her Derf-imposed aversion to classroom food in place, she wasn’t about to turn down hot cocoa. She’d made a beeline for that table as soon as she’d arrived in the classroom, serving herself a cup before she’d turned to decide where to sit. Except, there really wasn’t a lot of decision making needed, as she headed over to the table where Liv was seated with another ickle Gryffindor. Giving professor Marchand a grin as she passed him. “Good morning Professor Marchand! Thanks for the cocoa.”

And then she’d arrived at the table cluster and gave the two girls a smile. “Hi Liv. Hi,” she tried to think of if she remembered the Sorting, “Freja.” She thought that was right, and besides, it was nearly a familiar name. Nearly. Except she knew more Russians than she did people on her mama’s side of the family aside from her grandparents and direct family.

01-22-2018, 02:44 AM	#32 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,196 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year Gryffindor x5 x3	sitting with Liv and Freja (aka Kerri and Emily) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Charms. Another of the lessons Stasya usually looked forward to, mostly because it was taught by her head of house and he was one of the professors who she trusted with stuff. Even if that had mostly just been because Professor Hirsch had told her she ought to tell Professor Marchand stuff because he was her head of house. She still liked him, and she felt like he needed people who liked him here at Hogwarts since the other Professor Marchand had left. That and she was curious how she was, to be honest. Either way, as long as her friends didn’t get burned with hot butter again in lessons, she liked Charms. She was fairly good with Charms, too. By now. She’d practiced a lot on her own, when she hadn’t been working on dueling club related spells. There were a lot of Charms she could use to help the creatures, too. The weather wasn’t bothering her overly much, but even with her Derf-imposed aversion to classroom food in place, she wasn’t about to turn down hot cocoa. She’d made a beeline for that table as soon as she’d arrived in the classroom, serving herself a cup before she’d turned to decide where to sit. Except, there really wasn’t a lot of decision making needed, as she headed over to the table where Liv was seated with another ickle Gryffindor. Giving professor Marchand a grin as she passed him. “Good morning Professor Marchand! Thanks for the cocoa.” And then she’d arrived at the table cluster and gave the two girls a smile. “Hi Liv. Hi,” she tried to think of if she remembered the Sorting, “Freja.” She thought that was right, and besides, it was nearly a familiar name. Nearly. Except she knew more Russians than she did people on her mama’s side of the family aside from her grandparents and direct family. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥