4 Apr 2018, 03:18
Peeping and Reading
Eris looked around the library, still checking and scanning the faces of every other child. She wasn't very good at it, and didn't know what expression she was looking for in people's faces. When she heard a boy's voice, she stopped her fervent scan of the library, and studied the other Gryffindor. There wasn't a need for her to say anything, as Aubren was already informing the boy of the situation.
When the new arrival to their little group said he would help, the Gryffindor prefect's face broke into a big smile. It was the only sign she was listening to the conversation, as she had been too busy scanning the library. Truth be told, Eris really didn't know why she was looking around the library. She just wanted to look like she was doing something to help her house, as she felt that she had an obligation to do something about the situation as a Gryffindor Prefect. Finally Eris had came to the realization she couldn't do anything about the plot against the team without help, and turned her face towards the other Gryffindors completely. "I don't see anyone suspicious. But then again, I don't really know how to look for suspicious people."
When the new arrival to their little group said he would help, the Gryffindor prefect's face broke into a big smile. It was the only sign she was listening to the conversation, as she had been too busy scanning the library. Truth be told, Eris really didn't know why she was looking around the library. She just wanted to look like she was doing something to help her house, as she felt that she had an obligation to do something about the situation as a Gryffindor Prefect. Finally Eris had came to the realization she couldn't do anything about the plot against the team without help, and turned her face towards the other Gryffindors completely. "I don't see anyone suspicious. But then again, I don't really know how to look for suspicious people."
sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
abilities: transfig DC -5
4 Apr 2018, 03:27
Peeping and Reading
It's alright! I completely understand, no worries.
Aubren looked relieved, the fright seemed to disappear from her features, even her shoulders released their tension. She smiled at him, showing her gratitude.
"Thank you...I'm pretty sure they know I was listening, they chased me...now I don't know where they've gone." She looked around, the few students there only mingled, some writing with quills while others skimmed through books. Her worries became stronger as she turned away from her stares, a dreadful worry that those students would be angry with her for blowing their plan, and come after her.
Aubren played with her hands, taking a deep breath before looking at Anatole.
"We need to stop them before it's too late. They already have the bottle with them...I don't know when they'll hex Gryffindor's brooms, though." Telling the team and professor would be rather difficult, especially since Aubren had no names or faces to give. She would need to keep an eye out, they three of them had to. She looked to be in deep thought as she ran a delicate hand through her brown hair, biting down on her lower lip. Thoughts of the first game flooding her mind, crowding it to the point it was hard to focus. She quickly snapped out of it when the prefect began to speak, catching Aubren's attention.
"Look for males, the voices were deep, remember that. They're on a Qudditch team...we just need to find out which team practiced against Gryffindor, specifically where the team was clearly angry about losing a practice match."
Aubren looked relieved, the fright seemed to disappear from her features, even her shoulders released their tension. She smiled at him, showing her gratitude.
"Thank you...I'm pretty sure they know I was listening, they chased me...now I don't know where they've gone." She looked around, the few students there only mingled, some writing with quills while others skimmed through books. Her worries became stronger as she turned away from her stares, a dreadful worry that those students would be angry with her for blowing their plan, and come after her.
Aubren played with her hands, taking a deep breath before looking at Anatole.
"We need to stop them before it's too late. They already have the bottle with them...I don't know when they'll hex Gryffindor's brooms, though." Telling the team and professor would be rather difficult, especially since Aubren had no names or faces to give. She would need to keep an eye out, they three of them had to. She looked to be in deep thought as she ran a delicate hand through her brown hair, biting down on her lower lip. Thoughts of the first game flooding her mind, crowding it to the point it was hard to focus. She quickly snapped out of it when the prefect began to speak, catching Aubren's attention.
"Look for males, the voices were deep, remember that. They're on a Qudditch team...we just need to find out which team practiced against Gryffindor, specifically where the team was clearly angry about losing a practice match."
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~A.A, Gryffindor
4 Apr 2018, 03:42
Peeping and Reading
Anatole took a moment to look back at the other Gryffindor, who was just a little quiet in the library.
Well, quiet compared to Aubren and Anatole. She was looking around almost suspiciously. Sure, she was doing her own investigation, and maybe she would tell them the results when the time came, but the tension was building in Anatole. Like a lot of things, he wanted to help, and was now going to help, but how?
He followed the girls' eyesight. Maybe they were nervous, joking boys hiding under and between the bookshelves, after stalking and laughing at a pretty girl like Aubren. Was it just mischief, or could it become fatal?
Aubren inhaled, looking him almost dead in the eyes. Yes, they had to find him. Bust them, hardcore. "Yeah, let's find them!" He said it so loud (accidentally) that it could almost be considered a shout. Anatole took in another breath, swallowing the bland, tasteless air. "Sorry. I suppose I'm a terrible detective." He sighed, smiling at one then turning to the other. "Well, practice makes perfect. Where do we start?"
Aubren was on it, answering his question immediately with who to look for and what their motive could have been. Now, he felt like a Sir Conan Doyle himself: writing his own mystery.
Well, quiet compared to Aubren and Anatole. She was looking around almost suspiciously. Sure, she was doing her own investigation, and maybe she would tell them the results when the time came, but the tension was building in Anatole. Like a lot of things, he wanted to help, and was now going to help, but how?
He followed the girls' eyesight. Maybe they were nervous, joking boys hiding under and between the bookshelves, after stalking and laughing at a pretty girl like Aubren. Was it just mischief, or could it become fatal?
Aubren inhaled, looking him almost dead in the eyes. Yes, they had to find him. Bust them, hardcore. "Yeah, let's find them!" He said it so loud (accidentally) that it could almost be considered a shout. Anatole took in another breath, swallowing the bland, tasteless air. "Sorry. I suppose I'm a terrible detective." He sighed, smiling at one then turning to the other. "Well, practice makes perfect. Where do we start?"
Aubren was on it, answering his question immediately with who to look for and what their motive could have been. Now, he felt like a Sir Conan Doyle himself: writing his own mystery.