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ArianaBlack · 03-27-2021, 06:01 AM

Finneas nodded gratefully at students like Mr. James, Ms. Jenovick, Ms. Blackthorne, Ms. Grimm, Ms. Crane, Ms. MacAfee, Mr. Pascal, Mr. Fuller, Ms. Turov, Mr. Jones, and Mr. Culloden. Under the circumstances, he could not blame those who sat idle, but those who were trying to help in whatever capacity they could were noted and appreciated. They were all in this together ~~And it shows, when we stand, hand in haaaaaand, make our dreams come truuuuue~~.

With students moving to help with protective barriers, Finneas turned his attention to Ms. Gemma Kitridge. He stumbled a bit, feeling a sense of great worry overcome him - like a terrible feeling he could not shake. Still he was grateful that the young Hufflepuff had supportive friends (like, Mr. Culloden) by her side. ”I’m not sure, Ms. Kitridge, she is likely fighting for us beyond these walls. But, er, but we will find her as soon as all of this is over.” He swallowed thickly. Schmoe wasn’t sure there was anything more he could say to comfort the girl, so he simply bobbed his head and turned away, feeling guilty and useless. This could have all been avoided had they only realized sooner. If they had only done more.

It wasn’t until he heard the taunts from the other side that he snapped back into the present moment, adrenaline practically coursing through his veins at this point. "Stand back!" Hearing panicked questions from first and seventh years alike, Schmoe was starting to stress out even more. He was glad to have June, Neva, Norman inside with him. BEYOND glad. So glad that if it weren’t a terrible predicament, he would have REJOICED. In truth, Schmoe was just as helpless as his students. He had no idea how to go about navigating battle. Even having gone over the possible scenarios, he couldn’t have adequately prepared. He wasn't a fighter. He was a simple man of simple noodlehood.

While he did wish they could just escape through windows or accio brooms, Schmoe knew it would be no less dangerous. The ideas were nice in theory, but they were not entirely practical given the current circumstances, Mr. Flamsteed. Seeing Norman lead the students in casting avis, Finneas felt some relief. Surely there was some magic they had learned that could be of use this year. The Muggle Hunting lesson. They may not have the nets they needed, but surely they remembered some of the techniques.

”Locked doors?” Finneas whipped his head around immediately to look at Ms. Phoebe James. In all the chaos, he hadn’t taken the time to look around. ”Excellent idea, er, could you assemble a team to er, to try to unlock them?” Finneas would help, but he needed to take his place at the forefront of the group, where he could put himself between the students and the Alliance.

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Kinsay tried her very best to believe Professor Peralta, even though it was hard not to think the worst. When your friend was laying lifelessly before you, the worst was the easiest thing to think. But she was trying - really, really trying to listen. It was something she was making a conscious effort to do more of this year. Sometimes listening was hard, especially when her own thoughts were loud enough to overpower the words of those around her, but sometimes trying was all you could do.

She nodded quietly, as her Charms Professor spoke her soft words. ”I’ll stay with him, Professor. I promise.” And Kinsays kept their promises. So even when Professor Schmoe started instructing people to put up protections or when she saw Cece and Phoebe occupying the other corner, Kinsay stayed put. Her hand still holding Moose’s unmoving one. It was okay, sitting on the floor. Because from here she could do a mental check to make sure all of her friends were present. She liked knowing they were all here. Even more than that, she liked knowing her brother and sister were here too. She even managed a faint smile for Teddy as he heroically made way to help with protections.

It made her feel a little less like a Gryffindor, not helping. She tried not to think about it too much, her attention quickly shifting when she felt the tap on her shoulder. It took her a moment, to put a name to the face. He was either Atlas or Aries, she knew that much, but sometimes it was hard to tell them apart. Maybe if she had been able to spend more time with them, in the Common Room, she would have known by now. But it was easy to know who was who when they both spoke, Aries asking the polite question and Atlas, shouting. (She knew Atlas didn’t like her very much and sometimes it still upset her when she thought about it).

Kiz reached for Aries' hand—her other hand still held onto Moose’s—and tugged gently. In reply to his question, she nodded lots, even trying to smile a little bit for him - having remembered his note. Kizzy wasn’t sure why Atlas had shouted at his brother, but it suddenly felt important to show her support. The same way Aries had when Headmaster Rosier called her incessant. ”I like that you asked. It was considerate.”

She scooted over a little too, incase he wanted to sit with her.

It was only then that she felt Moose’s tight grip. ”Moose,” her voice gentle. It was a strange thing, feeling an onset of relief, whilst still knowing disaster surrounded you. ”I never thought I’d—“ But she stopped herself from finishing the sentence, for if she had, she certainly would’ve burst into another fit of tears. ”The professors are going to save us. I know they are.” She looked over at Aries, wondering if he’d stay and maybe a-little-bit-hoping-he-would, before turning back to Moose. ”I’m staying with you, okay? I promise.” Gently, she squeezed his hand.

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ArianaBlack Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,708 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Third Year x10 x1	hi i tried my hardest to get all the mentions - pls shout at me if i missed anything doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Finneas nodded gratefully at students like Mr. James, Ms. Jenovick, Ms. Blackthorne, Ms. Grimm, Ms. Crane, Ms. MacAfee, Mr. Pascal, Mr. Fuller, Ms. Turov, Mr. Jones, and Mr. Culloden. Under the circumstances, he could not blame those who sat idle, but those who were trying to help in whatever capacity they could were noted and appreciated. They were all in this together ~~And it shows, when we stand, hand in haaaaaand, make our dreams come truuuuue~~. With students moving to help with protective barriers, Finneas turned his attention to Ms. Gemma Kitridge. He stumbled a bit, feeling a sense of great worry overcome him - like a terrible feeling he could not shake. Still he was grateful that the young Hufflepuff had supportive friends (like, Mr. Culloden) by her side. ”I’m not sure, Ms. Kitridge, she is likely fighting for us beyond these walls. But, er, but we will find her as soon as all of this is over.” He swallowed thickly. Schmoe wasn’t sure there was anything more he could say to comfort the girl, so he simply bobbed his head and turned away, feeling guilty and useless. This could have all been avoided had they only realized sooner. If they had only done more. It wasn’t until he heard the taunts from the other side that he snapped back into the present moment, adrenaline practically coursing through his veins at this point. "Stand back!" Hearing panicked questions from first and seventh years alike, Schmoe was starting to stress out even more. He was glad to have June, Neva, Norman inside with him. BEYOND glad. So glad that if it weren’t a terrible predicament, he would have REJOICED. In truth, Schmoe was just as helpless as his students. He had no idea how to go about navigating battle. Even having gone over the possible scenarios, he couldn’t have adequately prepared. He wasn't a fighter. He was a simple man of simple noodlehood. While he did wish they could just escape through windows or accio brooms, Schmoe knew it would be no less dangerous. The ideas were nice in theory, but they were not entirely practical given the current circumstances, Mr. Flamsteed. Seeing Norman lead the students in casting avis, Finneas felt some relief. Surely there was some magic they had learned that could be of use this year. The Muggle Hunting lesson. They may not have the nets they needed, but surely they remembered some of the techniques. ”Locked doors?” Finneas whipped his head around immediately to look at Ms. Phoebe James. In all the chaos, he hadn’t taken the time to look around. ”Excellent idea, er, could you assemble a team to er, to try to unlock them?” Finneas would help, but he needed to take his place at the forefront of the group, where he could put himself between the students and the Alliance. ____________________ Kinsay tried her very best to believe Professor Peralta, even though it was hard not to think the worst. When your friend was laying lifelessly before you, the worst was the easiest thing to think. But she was trying - really, really trying to listen. It was something she was making a conscious effort to do more of this year. Sometimes listening was hard, especially when her own thoughts were loud enough to overpower the words of those around her, but sometimes trying was all you could do. She nodded quietly, as her Charms Professor spoke her soft words. ”I’ll stay with him, Professor. I promise.” And Kinsays kept their promises. So even when Professor Schmoe started instructing people to put up protections or when she saw Cece and Phoebe occupying the other corner, Kinsay stayed put. Her hand still holding Moose’s unmoving one. It was okay, sitting on the floor. Because from here she could do a mental check to make sure all of her friends were present. She liked knowing they were all here. Even more than that, she liked knowing her brother and sister were here too. She even managed a faint smile for Teddy as he heroically made way to help with protections. It made her feel a little less like a Gryffindor, not helping. She tried not to think about it too much, her attention quickly shifting when she felt the tap on her shoulder. It took her a moment, to put a name to the face. He was either Atlas or Aries, she knew that much, but sometimes it was hard to tell them apart. Maybe if she had been able to spend more time with them, in the Common Room, she would have known by now. But it was easy to know who was who when they both spoke, Aries asking the polite question and Atlas, shouting. (She knew Atlas didn’t like her very much and sometimes it still upset her when she thought about it). Kiz reached for Aries' hand—her other hand still held onto Moose’s—and tugged gently. In reply to his question, she nodded lots, even trying to smile a little bit for him - having remembered his note. Kizzy wasn’t sure why Atlas had shouted at his brother, but it suddenly felt important to show her support. The same way Aries had when Headmaster Rosier called her incessant. ”I like that you asked. It was considerate.” She scooted over a little too, incase he wanted to sit with her. It was only then that she felt Moose’s tight grip. ”Moose,” her voice gentle. It was a strange thing, feeling an onset of relief, whilst still knowing disaster surrounded you. ”I never thought I’d—“ But she stopped herself from finishing the sentence, for if she had, she certainly would’ve burst into another fit of tears. ”The professors are going to save us. I know they are.” She looked over at Aries, wondering if he’d stay and maybe a-little-bit-hoping-he-would, before turning back to Moose. ”I’m staying with you, okay? I promise.” Gently, she squeezed his hand. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!