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The thud of footsteps were the only sounds on the air as Julie Bellaire (the seventh year slytherir herself) walked along the bridge leading to the wider reaches of the grounds. It was a quiet, calm day, warm enough to be out but cool enough to enjoy it and Julie was attempting just that. Attempting, being the key word, for the witch’s mind was anything but calm these days. She went back and forth, in mental circles over the last few weeks back and the sudden changes she had not expected but most certainly should have given Hogwarts’ track record and penchant for the dramatic.
The new headmaster weighed heavy on her mind, and though she never felt any great loyalty to Hawthorne Julie could not get the defeated look on the woman’s face out of her mind. The ministry has sought to change Hogwarts for the better, but it seemed... fundamentally the same.
Maybe it was a ploy to get the student body to feel sorry for Hawthorne in her absence only to bring her back at the end of the year. It would be quite the show, she mused as she settled in the middle of the bridge, her arms resting on the wooden railing and bright eyes searching the horizon. She was looking at nothing at all as the clouds rolled by and the water of the lake (which she mostly ignored) gleamed in the sun. Quietly, Julie began to hum. A muggle pop song she had heard over the summer the Slytherin would not easily be rid of.
__________________ the moon:  feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence
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