 books and cleverness | i like you a latte
"In your room, the broom cupboard, the pit of slugs, anywhere that's not taken by them," Irithel readjusted her glasses as she pulled at the Slytherin's sleeve, trying to move her away from the alliance people. She did not know what the girl wanted to practise, but it was probably not as urgent as staying alive. Irithel was not at all desperate to learn how to play the piano, and though she wanted to continue studying Transfiguration, she would not mind if the class got cancelled due to these circumstances. It would mean less homework to procrastinate on. "They've hurt plenty of pure-bloods for annoying them. Let's just go!"
The brunette was two seconds away from leaving this corridor alone. She would wait the two seconds just because she did not want to be known as the cruel kid who abandoned a first year in the midst of evil alliance dudes.
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