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SilverTiger · 03-09-2021, 01:22 AM

There had been an advancement, but in all honesty Gracelyn wasn’t sure which was better. Feeling absolutely numb or feeling on the edge of crying and/or screaming at the top of her lungs. Which was where she was at right now. Wanting to scream out her frustration and fear for anyone to hear. She missed her friends who were locked up in the room. She missed her habits of dancing or tumbling in her free time, which had stopped mostly because she found she’d rather not risk getting locked up for something that might be seen as not approved for those who weren’t closely related to Muggles, since that was another tidbit she’d managed to surmise after some research in the library. She wasn’t locked up because whatever Muggle had led to her family’s considering themselves halfblood was so far back she didn’t have any idea when they were part of her family tree.

It had all led to how the newly sixteen-year-old Hufflepuff felt toward the situation. It was easier to just call it that rather than acknowledge how serious it actually was. She half expected to find half the student body incarcerated upon arrival at the next Transfiguration lesson, but there was a tiny frisson of hope upon seeing Cece and her other friends sitting there, and she sent the blonde Gryffindor a flicker of a smile as she chose a random bench to sit upon. She just had to hope her friends understood she was still there for them however she could be, before she applied her attention to the professor, possibly intentionally bypassing acknowledgement of the hoods. “Good afternoon, Professor Carton.” She wasn’t inclined to worry about the boxes. Not when there were so many other things to worry about.

03-09-2021, 01:22 AM	#10 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,204 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict There had been an advancement, but in all honesty Gracelyn wasn’t sure which was better. Feeling absolutely numb or feeling on the edge of crying and/or screaming at the top of her lungs. Which was where she was at right now. Wanting to scream out her frustration and fear for anyone to hear. She missed her friends who were locked up in the room. She missed her habits of dancing or tumbling in her free time, which had stopped mostly because she found she’d rather not risk getting locked up for something that might be seen as not approved for those who weren’t closely related to Muggles, since that was another tidbit she’d managed to surmise after some research in the library. She wasn’t locked up because whatever Muggle had led to her family’s considering themselves halfblood was so far back she didn’t have any idea when they were part of her family tree. It had all led to how the newly sixteen-year-old Hufflepuff felt toward the situation. It was easier to just call it that rather than acknowledge how serious it actually was. She half expected to find half the student body incarcerated upon arrival at the next Transfiguration lesson, but there was a tiny frisson of hope upon seeing Cece and her other friends sitting there, and she sent the blonde Gryffindor a flicker of a smile as she chose a random bench to sit upon. She just had to hope her friends understood she was still there for them however she could be, before she applied her attention to the professor, possibly intentionally bypassing acknowledgement of the hoods. “Good afternoon, Professor Carton.” She wasn’t inclined to worry about the boxes. Not when there were so many other things to worry about. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 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 ♥ ♥ ♥