xmagizoologist:

  He is not relentless, and so with a simple sigh and a twitch of his facial muscles the boy will give up. “It’s called Fαηтαѕтιc Bєαѕтѕ αη∂ Wнєяє тσ Fιη∂ Tнєм. My grandfather wrote it.” He’s very proud of such a fact; and this will be show in the smile that is dressed upon his features now, complete with two happy red dots against his cheeks.

         “Your grandfather wrote this?” She asked, peering over at the book. “Of course, I’ve already read that book– it’s got some.. interesting material inside. I’m surprised to know your relative wrote it though.”

hopefulpuppet:

     ”It still can be fixed, he might have just given you the wrong letter grade by mistake.” The witch stared slightly baffled by the other fourth year’s reaction. Sure Mary always attempted her best, but any grade disagreements were always resolved with less tension. Wow, Hogwarts students really were stressed compared to those of Beaxbatons. “Maybe you can go and speak with him to resolve the matter. I can accompany you, if you’d like.”

        “That has got to be true. I did everything right, I’m sure of it.” The brunette nodded, reassuring herself more than anything else. She looked to the older girl, brows knitting together. She didn’t expect her to offer to tag along– especially to see Professer Snape. Most students despised him quite so. She didn’t really dislike him, but there were moments when she caught herself feeling bitter toward him. Mainly moments like this one. “You can come if you would like to. Perhaps it would do well to have a witness.”

thekingofweasels:

         “I think it would be best if you worked on keeping your mouth shut,” he shot back in a mocking tone, reaching over to snatch his copied notes out of her hands. It wasn’t his fault that he’d been trying to rush through so she wouldn’t nag him for having her notes too long.

          “And I think you’re giving him too much credit, ‘Mione. How d’you know we would’ve died? We could’ve lived too, but You-Know-Who went after Harry, not us. Could’ve been anyone.” He shrugged, peering down at the parchment with a sigh. “Can we talk about Potions?”

       She glared at him. “You haven’t got a clue, do you?” Not that she knew what was going on either, but it was clear something awful was brewing – she just didn’t know what yet. Talking to Ron about this didn’t seem to be going anywhere of use though.

   “Fine. We’ll talk about Potions. But even if we do, I doubt you’ll understand a word I’m saying.” Hermione grabbed her own notes and then smoothed them out in front of her. “Where exactly are you having problems? And don’t say the whole thing because if that’s the case, we’ll be here all night.”

caleswrite:

       _{The boy had been having trouble with a few students in his year. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle      or well, that’s what his brother had said. But for Matty, it was taking its toll. Wondering mindlessly to the first floor, the young third year found himself standing in front of a bathroom mirror.}

              _{”Come on, stop crying,” he panted, unaware of the girl in the stall.
                     ”It’s embarrassing!“ Just as his words came out, Matty froze.}

                _{He could hear someone else moving just behind him.
                            Turning away from the mirror and wiping his eyes,
                                                    Matty straightened his robes.   ”H-hello?”}

       The second year had heard someone enter the bathroom; her sobs had stopped completely, afraid that they would only make fun of her more for having been crying alone in the bathroom. As she exited the stall, she wiped her eyes to try and rid the evidence of what she had been doing.

   Then, her gaze fell onto a boy - she blinked as she looked over at him; it seemed she was not the only one who was upset. "I’m sorry– I didn’t know someone else would come in here.” She took a small step forward, but did not go any closer. “Why are you in here? It’s the girl’s lavatory, you know.” Of course, no one bothered to come in here anyway, but still.

solemquis:

            _{she was genuinely concerned about 
            the gryffindor, not wanting her to be
            the center of slytherins’ pranks and
            insults. it had been an unfair fight w-
            hen snape wouldn’t even call out the
            bullying of the other irritating snakes.}

            _{❝thanks. they should think before
                  they even speak because i don’t
                  want insensitive people to talk to
                  me ————— - yeah. ❞}

                             _{rapunzel gently fixes the folds in
                             her skirt, trying to ease her way
                             on the chair; rapunzel was quite
                             the small child, despite her long
                             golden locks.} 

   _{❝i was done a few minutes ago
       before you asked. —————- -
                   i spent too much time studying
                   and i never want to read that much
                   ever again. do you need help? ❞}

          Though the girl was nice,
           there was still that bit of
           competition in Hermione;
           when she heard that she
           was already done, the
           young witch went straight
           to finishing up the questions,
           ignoring the help offered.

                                        She did not need help.
                                         She was the one that
                                          others came to for help;
                                          not the other way around.

Girl Time // witchgranger

ginnyathogwarts:

She was feeling better, much better recently. It was hardly surprising, since a good two weeks had passes since she’d disposed of Tom’s cursed diary by chucking it down the toilet in that abandoned bathroom. Even Percy, who’d been so busy trying to keep his relationship with Penelope Clearwater secret that he seemed to have time to notice precious little else recently, had commented that she was no longer looking as peaky as she had been all year.

And for good reason. The Chamber of Secrets threat was over; she hadn’t been discovered, she wasn’t going to be expelled. Tom was somewhere down the Hogwarts’ drains where no-one would find him and he couldn’t tell anyone else what she’d done while under his control. He was gone, and Ginny couldn’t say she was sorry to have seen the last of him.

Currently, she was sitting in an armchair in the Gryffindor common room. Though she still had on her uniform’s shirt and tie, it was hot enough by the fire that the redhead had stripped of her robe and sweatshirt, both of which now lay in a pile at her feet. She was only half focused on the transfiguration essay in front of her; the rest of Ginny’s thought were lingering on Harry Potter. Valentine’s Day was coming up soon; she wanted to find a way to send the Boy Who Lived an anonymous card that he wouldn’t forget in a hurry, and she was bouncing ideas about in her head when she heard the portrait hole open behind her. Sitting up a little straighter, Ginny turned to see who was about to enter the common room.

      The weather outside the castle walls was not yet warm enough for her to go around without her robes on - a scarf laid around her neck, herself bundled up quite warmly. Before her walk, she had been at the library where she’d been held up most of the day, mostly doing light reading here and there – trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle that was the chamber of secrets.

  It was clear that Draco Malfoy was not the heir and now they were in the process of trying to find a new lead. She sighed inwardly ; she wished that T.M Riddle was still alive. She would be able to get answers directly from the source since he was likely the only person to know of the happenings.

   When she entered the common room, she pulled her scarf off, feeling rather heated. When she spotted the familiar ginger haired female, she gave a smile; she was Ron’s younger sister. “I see you’re keeping warm.” It was then that the girl noticed the paper in front of the other. “Are you doing homework?”

         The young witch sat in the stall in the bathroom that nobody ever bothered to come into, hand wiping away the tears that seemed to not have an end to them. She’d been made fun of – again – and it had gotten the better of her.

                     There was a name involved,
                         a foul name–

                                                  m u d b l o o d.

xmagizoologist:

        He does notice the simply way in which she tries to cast her eyes upon the book. The boy will draw his knee’s up; trying to hide the pages from her. It was his — and his alone. “….. it’s about creatures. Beasts. Magical beings.”

       She wanted to know, oh, so badly. The fact that he was being vague did not cure the bookworm’s curiosity. “Is that so? And if I may ask, what is the title of the book?” She was sure she had read it before– sure of it.

||Tutoring||Hermione & Lou Ellen

louellenthenosestealer:

“—I would,” Lou Ellen mumbled.

“An’ yeah, I think I do. I mean, I do. But…’m quite shite at explaining things.”

Stop swearing, Lou Ellen. It’s unbecoming. Her half brother Alabaster taught her well but this does not mean she’d to take over his habits as well, right?

“Are ya aware o’ wha’ it is?” She smiled before she became aware of the question she’d just deflected and shrunk a bit, “—Sorry.”

     She gave the girl a look when she asked if she knew what the ingredient was. Not sure if she was joking or not, Hermione answered with confidence. ”Of course I do. First and foremost, it is an ingredient used in potion-making. It’s color is yellow and typically it is used in healing sorts of potions.“ She pursed her lips, pushing her notes toward her. She couldn’t help but notice that she did not seem to be as serious about studying as she. "If you are simply going to fool around while I am trying to teach, then perhaps it is best that you try to study on your own time.”