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sweetpinkpixie · 09-25-2018, 11:54 AM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

The entrance hall. “Thank Merlin.” The Ravenclaw said, releasing a heavy sigh of relief as they made their way back inside the castle. No longer walking the grounds unsupervised, there was one less thing to make her feel like she was about to crawl out of her skin.

It didn’t make sense and not even the walk over could make her suddenly understand the events of the last 15 or so minutes. It was almost....unreal.

He wouldn’t even own up to it....” Her tone was hollow, the disbelief still very much in place. “Wouldn’t own up to it.....then put us on the spot like that.” Blue eye’s shifted over to the Hufflepuff, several questions swimming around in them at once. Why d’you think he’d go and do a thing like that? We’re already on the edge of being removed from our peers; the stupid diaries, our badges that dumped a ton more responsibility and obligation on us this term......and now.... Now. “I think we’ve just aligned ourselves with the Headmaster by default.” And the idea was making her feel all sorts of ways. “That’s what that was. Break the rules and be apart of the class, our classmates and whatever ideas he has or not stand for it and leave—Circe they probably think we’re in his pocket now. D’you know how this makes us look??” Spiraling? Yes, she was.

“But staying wasn’t any better. Scrimgeour could show up. Head Girl and Prefects sitting there watching rule breaking. We’d be complicit. Guilt by association and by not putting a stop to it—not that we could. I don’t see him vanishing the hot chocolate. Hardly. He told us to leave.” She swore then, feeling all the more unhinged. “We didn’t have a chance of winning either way. Why’d he have to go and bring the drinks?”

They kept insisting it was important for student leaders to uphold the rules then Professors go and do....this...

Quiet save for a few gentle words to his friend as they made their way back to the castle, Derf had expected Jessa to finally speak freely once they were back within the safety of the castle. If one could call the interior safe when it came to free speech these days. But he had not expected her to all but spontaneously combust and spew words in every which direction like that. So much so that he could hardly fit a word in between thoughts, so he gave up trying after a while. Though not entirely by choice.

Some of what Jessa was spiraling about resonated with him in ways that he had not expected them to nor that he had even considered. Mainly that they could...or that they WERE now seen as being on the Headmaster's side. Which resulted in his own spiral from forming. He didn't want to believe that, that his classmates...peers...friends...would think him on the side of this new regime taking over. But...was that really all that wrong? Yes, Derf was opposing some of what was going on. The invasion of privacy, the focus of this horrible black journals of theirs to record only the bad but never reflect on the good happening within these walls, all attempts at separating the student body from one another...and now this.

Students versus professors. Students versus students. It was an ugly civil war...and it was only just beginning.

And now suddenly he felt sick and he wondered if his face was even turning green. Slowly, his eyes lifted to look at the hourglasses, the gems significantly lower for this time of year than they ever had before.

Wants to defend Professor Kennedy somehow, but every argument he came up with was silenced by another thought and he found himself in conflict with himself because WHY had he condoned this man and not Professor Wayland? But Jessa had covered just that as she had spoken, it had been the difference between how the trespassing had been handled. It...wasn't entirely the same situation. Also wants to tell Jessa she is wrong. That the people that know them will know what she said isn't true. So much on the tip of his tongue, but instead of saying anything that may alleviate the Ravenclaw's fidgeting hands...

"..........I used the journal."

09-25-2018, 11:54 AM	#6 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,918 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo The entrance hall. “Thank Merlin.” The Ravenclaw said, releasing a heavy sigh of relief as they made their way back inside the castle. No longer walking the grounds unsupervised, there was one less thing to make her feel like she was about to crawl out of her skin. It didn’t make sense and not even the walk over could make her suddenly understand the events of the last 15 or so minutes. It was almost....unreal. He wouldn’t even own up to it....” Her tone was hollow, the disbelief still very much in place. “Wouldn’t own up to it.....then put us on the spot like that.” Blue eye’s shifted over to the Hufflepuff, several questions swimming around in them at once. Why d’you think he’d go and do a thing like that? We’re already on the edge of being removed from our peers; the stupid diaries, our badges that dumped a ton more responsibility and obligation on us this term......and now.... Now. “I think we’ve just aligned ourselves with the Headmaster by default.” And the idea was making her feel all sorts of ways. “That’s what that was. Break the rules and be apart of the class, our classmates and whatever ideas he has or not stand for it and leave—Circe they probably think we’re in his pocket now. D’you know how this makes us look??” Spiraling? Yes, she was. “But staying wasn’t any better. Scrimgeour could show up. Head Girl and Prefects sitting there watching rule breaking. We’d be complicit. Guilt by association and by not putting a stop to it—not that we could. I don’t see him vanishing the hot chocolate. Hardly. He told us to leave.” She swore then, feeling all the more unhinged. “We didn’t have a chance of winning either way. Why’d he have to go and bring the drinks?” They kept insisting it was important for student leaders to uphold the rules then Professors go and do....this... Quiet save for a few gentle words to his friend as they made their way back to the castle, Derf had expected Jessa to finally speak freely once they were back within the safety of the castle. If one could call the interior safe when it came to free speech these days. But he had not expected her to all but spontaneously combust and spew words in every which direction like that. So much so that he could hardly fit a word in between thoughts, so he gave up trying after a while. Though not entirely by choice. Some of what Jessa was spiraling about resonated with him in ways that he had not expected them to nor that he had even considered. Mainly that they could...or that they WERE now seen as being on the Headmaster's side. Which resulted in his own spiral from forming. He didn't want to believe that, that his classmates...peers...friends...would think him on the side of this new regime taking over. But...was that really all that wrong? Yes, Derf was opposing some of what was going on. The invasion of privacy, the focus of this horrible black journals of theirs to record only the bad but never reflect on the good happening within these walls, all attempts at separating the student body from one another...and now this. Students versus professors. Students versus students. It was an ugly civil war...and it was only just beginning. And now suddenly he felt sick and he wondered if his face was even turning green. Slowly, his eyes lifted to look at the hourglasses, the gems significantly lower for this time of year than they ever had before. Wants to defend Professor Kennedy somehow, but every argument he came up with was silenced by another thought and he found himself in conflict with himself because WHY had he condoned this man and not Professor Wayland? But Jessa had covered just that as she had spoken, it had been the difference between how the trespassing had been handled. It...wasn't entirely the same situation. Also wants to tell Jessa she is wrong. That the people that know them will know what she said isn't true. So much on the tip of his tongue, but instead of saying anything that may alleviate the Ravenclaw's fidgeting hands... "..........I used the journal." __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes