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Sneakeh Cat Flynn was ready to call it quits today after spending hours outside with his nose stuck in a Charms textbook - strange, right?! Kowalski actually studying?! If he didn't need that scholarship to fund his studies at WADA, he wouldn't give two flying hippogriffs about his NEWTs. Yet, he needed the funds, so he was trying to learn seven years worth of material in a few short months. He was hoping for a miracle because if he didn't get this scholarship and he didn't get an audition this summer, he didn't know what he would do....
He entered the common room, exhausted and with a headache. He was attempting to treat the headache with a cup of soothing hot tea; however, his headache only grew when..........
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He stared blankly at the mess within the common room. By mess, he meant mess. His The couch looked as though it has been chewed on by some sort of animal. The pillows, which had also been chewed and destroyed, were laying in a pile of their own white stuffing. His eyes were drawn to the books that had been knocked off the study tables - or at least, he was looking at something that was once a book. It now looked like it had been something's play toy.
Not to mention, it smelled, like something had went to the bathroom in here.
It took a moment for him to piece everything together for him to remember something:
...... SKYLAR ........
He loved his friend, he did, but she was suppose to keep that thing under control.
There was a new thought on his mind as he stood there, amongst the crime scene, dumfounded: where was that thing at? Merlin help the Slytherin Prefects if it had gotten out of the common room.
Surviving on caffeine, quick meals, and very little sleep was totally normal, right? ....It felt awful, sure, but Junia needed to believe that this was typical seventh year behavior and that it'd get better once exams were over. Plus she was lucky in that she was done for the day. She'd gone through each of her study guides with surprising speed, knowing the topics like the back of her hand, and now she could sit on the couch in the common room and.....
"Why can't we ever just have a day of peace at this school?"
The seventeen year old moved closer to
Flynn, her nose wrinkled as she took in the absolute disaster area that was the common room.
"Throw a wild party I wasn't invited to?" She needed to joke about this because otherwise she'd probably cry. Did she have to help clean now, or?
...so much for relaxing.