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SilverTiger · 12-05-2018, 02:33 AM

There had been a few moments of secrecy over the past few days, as the bag hanging over Stasya’s shoulder could attest, but there hadn’t been any way she was leaving her pets inside the barns when she had absolute proof that Petrov couldn’t be trusted to be looking after any of the creatures’ best interests aside from his snake. The bowtruckles’ reluctance to leave Derf’s pocket proved that, and she’d managed to find a way to smuggle Dobby and Albus out during the chaos of the minions’ attacks on the general student populace. A well-cast extension charm on her schoolbag, of which she felt Professor Marchand would be proud of if it hadn’t been to hide her familiars, and she’d been able to keep her squirrel and puffskein close. The bag only left her side to sleep, after all, and soon enough the subterfuge wouldn’t be necessary as the train was coming up.

It was her final rebellious act, really, even if she’d been tempted to intentionally fail her OWLs just so Scrimgeour couldn’t say his tactics helped. She hadn’t been able to follow through on that, however, so the exam results were just going to need to come as they were. She’d had the bag with her as she’d headed into the Great Hall for the feast, though, occasionally whispering to keep the occupants quiet as she walked to the Gryffindor table. There had been a glance toward the Slytherin, Hufflepuff and staff tables before she’d taken a seat. Part of her wanted to go up to give Professor Marchand a hug, but she knew it wouldn’t help. Not with nearly all the minions along with Scrimgeour up there too.

Neither would going to check on the bowtruckles and Derf, or going to the Slytherin table to look for Koen. She had to keep looking as if she was obeying the rules. One last time. Although she did send a smile in Ash’s direction, acknowledging his presence even with the lack of any other Gryffindors there yet without actually saying anything.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin First Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict There had been a few moments of secrecy over the past few days, as the bag hanging over Stasya’s shoulder could attest, but there hadn’t been any way she was leaving her pets inside the barns when she had absolute proof that Petrov couldn’t be trusted to be looking after any of the creatures’ best interests aside from his snake. The bowtruckles’ reluctance to leave Derf’s pocket proved that, and she’d managed to find a way to smuggle Dobby and Albus out during the chaos of the minions’ attacks on the general student populace. A well-cast extension charm on her schoolbag, of which she felt Professor Marchand would be proud of if it hadn’t been to hide her familiars, and she’d been able to keep her squirrel and puffskein close. The bag only left her side to sleep, after all, and soon enough the subterfuge wouldn’t be necessary as the train was coming up. It was her final rebellious act, really, even if she’d been tempted to intentionally fail her OWLs just so Scrimgeour couldn’t say his tactics helped. She hadn’t been able to follow through on that, however, so the exam results were just going to need to come as they were. She’d had the bag with her as she’d headed into the Great Hall for the feast, though, occasionally whispering to keep the occupants quiet as she walked to the Gryffindor table. There had been a glance toward the Slytherin, Hufflepuff and staff tables before she’d taken a seat. Part of her wanted to go up to give Professor Marchand a hug, but she knew it wouldn’t help. Not with nearly all the minions along with Scrimgeour up there too. Neither would going to check on the bowtruckles and Derf, or going to the Slytherin table to look for Koen. She had to keep looking as if she was obeying the rules. One last time. Although she did send a smile in Ash’s direction, acknowledging his presence even with the lack of any other Gryffindors there yet without actually saying anything. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 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 ♥ ♥ ♥