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Yoyo's concentration was not at its best.
Cockatrice or no cockatrice, the hooded figure gave her an emptiness in her gut which made anything but her nerves impossible to focus on. She watched her friends and classmates restlessly, her fingers endlessly wringing at the tip of black and yellow tie.
She wished the figures would simply let them be. they had the castle in their grasp- what they need observing for? The Hufflepuff's eyes resolutely stayed on Professor Williamson's familiar, comforting form. Maybe this would be nothing like DADA, Yoyo hoped, maybe they'd carry on the lesson and the cloaked figure would only scribble, never a word or spell spoken.
Yoyo continued to bristle where she stood, her lips a straight line.
She edged closer to Emmerson, her palm now on her younger sister's shoulder in a gesture of solidarity and (to be quite honest) restraint. She tried to look eyes with Emms. don't. her gaze said.
But it hadn't been Emms she should have been worried about.
It had been Pb.
Pb whose beautiful smile was suddenly wrecked with bloodied gums. "Dios Mio- Phoebe!" she screamed, hurrying to the Gryffindor's side without a second thought. Yoyo had no idea what she was doing but she raced around Phoebe and tried to help her up.
__________________ the moon:  feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence
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