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A last marmalade-covered toast in her hand, Kiri wandered through the Entrance Hall, wondering whether to take her homework outside or return to the Slytherin common room. The weather was definitely turning cold already, and it would be nice and warm down in the Dungeons, but, Kiri considered, biting off a piece of toast before the jam could drip onto the floor, she'd spend enough afternoons locked up in there as soon as the weather was too forbidding. Which would be soon, at least for someone like Kiri who did not react well to low temperatures.
Outside it would be, then. She headed for the large doors opening into the Grounds purposefully, but before she could reach them, her attention was distracted. The large hourglasses showing off the four houses' points showed a... displeasing trend. She turned around again and ambled over. There were a lot of gems already in each glass for this time of year, but Slytherin was in third place, even behind Hufflepuff. Kiri tapped her fingernails against the Slytherin hourglass reflectively. They made a clinking noise against the glass. At least Gryffindor were still behind them, and by a decent amount of points too, she was pleased to see.
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AmbiguouslyMe Tiberius was wandering morosely down the hall. He couldn't shake the readings he and Edem had done, and sitting in the common room hadn't helped any, so he'd decided to wander the castle. Shuffling his feet and kicking at nothing in particular, he'd made it all the way down to the hourglasses before putting his back to the wall and sliding down until he hit the floor.
Looking up, he was please to see Ravenclaw still in the lead, and only barely noticed the older Slytherin girl tapping at the glasses. He watched the gems fall for a bit, distracted, before drifting back to the readings they'd done down the hall. Evil. Secrecy. Death. It was all too much for an eleven-year-old. Wrapping his arms around his knees, he pulled them close to his chest and then put his head down. He started to cry then, in the hall, ever so softly; unless you were looking right at him, you wouldn't even know he was there.
He was starting to think he wanted to go home.
From his position in the shadows at the top of the steps to the kitchen level corridor, Jake stared around the Entrance Hall, taking in each and every person present and movement made. More often than not, his eyes were drawn to the hour glasses... specifically the amber gemstones in the Hufflepuff one.
As he made to cross the wall to go up to one of the upper floors, a couple more movements caught his eye, and the sounds of his footfalls on the flagstones ceased. There was a girl there, simple enough... but there was also a crying boy. The first thought that came to little Jakey's mind was that the girl had caused the crying, and he headed over.
"What's going on here?" the boy said, with more authority than he held. Both people seemed... extremely familiar.
Hmmm.