 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Ary was a tad disappointed that Slytherin’s streak with House Cup wins had been broken. He consoled himself by remembering that all things must come to an end at some point and that next term was another chance for the Snakes to pick themselves back up. Not that second place was bad. Or that they had lost to Gryffindor. He imagined Professor Feirgrund was rather happy. Since Ary liked the man so much, naturally he too couldn’t help but be thrilled about the win also. Plus, there was the Quidditch title which Slytherin held this year. As for Gobstones, he didn’t want to think about that. What a disaster THAT had been.
The guy plopped himself down at one of the benches at his House table, glad to be free of the pressure of OWL exams. He was determined not to dwell on the impending results; all Ary wanted to do was to have a great vacation - spending time with the ones he liked - and Artax the Mooncalf - and of course, helping out on the Reserve.
While he waited for the speech and for the food, Ary took the time to work with a couple of brown paperclips, twisting them into the form of an owl. A tribute to the recent conclusion of his exams? You could say that. |