((Ah, that makes sense. All the lakes around here are fed by a mix of surface runoff from rainfall and natural springs.)) ((Okay! :D ))
Scott
Watching and waiting for the potions master to finally finish judging their hard work and move on after saying how they'd done was practically torture, especially for poor Scott right now. For the moment, the Ravenclaw student stood stock still right beside Cassandra, almost as if doing his best impression of a cardboard cutout or a stone statue with how little he dared to move as their potion was tested.
It wasn't until the professor had given his verdict and started to walk away that the student finally relaxed enough to release the painful knots that had began to form in his back and sides thanks to how rigidly he'd been standing. As he finally DID relax, he let out a soft sigh of relief and sat down on his stool.
Although he noticed a similar reaction from his potions partner, right now Scott didn't question her or anything. He just kept an eye on her as he relaxed himself, since there was no point in rushing headlong into a conversation. Still, the exploding cauldron did cause him to jump and look to see who had done it.
It was only when Cassandra asked him about the safe way of disposing of amortentia that Scott did more than make sure she was alright, and it also drew his attention away from the unfortunate classmates who'd just blown something up. "Yes, I remember." The Ravenclaw student promised, before telling her what they both knew that Cassandra already knew.
Maxwell
The giant wolf watched Andrea closely. This whole thing was hardly pleasant at the best of times, after all, and this time he was stuck in a tower inside the school building! Andrea had nothing to worry about, though; if he wasn't safe to be around, he would have bitten her already. The Hufflepuff student was very much in control of his actions. At least this other student hadn't tried to attack him yet, so that was something...
It was something that gave him a small spark of hope, at least.
Max could sense that Andrea was afraid of him, which really wasn't something that he was happy about, but it wasn't as if he could do anything right now. He would be trapped in this form until daybreak, when the moon vanished from the sky and the sun came up, and then he'd spend the day tomorrow in the hospital wing recovering from the ordeal.
He watched closely as the wand was returned to the girl's pocket, and it wasn't until it was out of sight that he was able to relax even a little bit. As much as he'd love to run free in the forest like he typically did, he didn't know how high up this balcony was and he didn't particularly want to be going around with an injury all night.
When Andrea asked if that was better, the wolf visibly relaxed. Yes, NOT having a wand pointed at him was better. Whether the Gryffindor knew it or not, there were still spots on a werewolf's form that was more vulnerable to magic than the rest of their bodies, and he really didn't want her to learn of that.
One of the wolf's ears twitched a little, clearly not at all sure how to take this since it wasn't exactly his ideal situation and he wasn't sure where the witch's thoughts on werewolves really lay.
((Ah, that makes sense. All the lakes around here are fed by a mix of surface runoff from rainfall and natural springs.)) ((Okay! :D ))
Scott
Watching and waiting for the potions master to finally finish judging their hard work and move on after saying how they'd done was practically torture, especially for poor Scott right now. For the moment, the Ravenclaw student stood stock still right beside Cassandra, almost as if doing his best impression of a cardboard cutout or a stone statue with how little he dared to move as their potion was tested.
It wasn't until the professor had given his verdict and started to walk away that the student finally relaxed enough to release the painful knots that had began to form in his back and sides thanks to how rigidly he'd been standing. As he finally DID relax, he let out a soft sigh of relief and sat down on his stool.
Although he noticed a similar reaction from his potions partner, right now Scott didn't question her or anything. He just kept an eye on her as he relaxed himself, since there was no point in rushing headlong into a conversation. Still, the exploding cauldron did cause him to jump and look to see who had done it.
It was only when Cassandra asked him about the safe way of disposing of amortentia that Scott did more than make sure she was alright, and it also drew his attention away from the unfortunate classmates who'd just blown something up. "Yes, I remember." The Ravenclaw student promised, before telling her what they both knew that Cassandra already knew.
Maxwell
The giant wolf watched Andrea closely. This whole thing was hardly pleasant at the best of times, after all, and this time he was stuck in a tower inside the school building! Andrea had nothing to worry about, though; if he wasn't safe to be around, he would have bitten her already. The Hufflepuff student was very much in control of his actions. At least this other student hadn't tried to attack him yet, so that was something...
It was something that gave him a small spark of hope, at least.
Max could sense that Andrea was afraid of him, which really wasn't something that he was happy about, but it wasn't as if he could do anything right now. He would be trapped in this form until daybreak, when the moon vanished from the sky and the sun came up, and then he'd spend the day tomorrow in the hospital wing recovering from the ordeal.
He watched closely as the wand was returned to the girl's pocket, and it wasn't until it was out of sight that he was able to relax even a little bit. As much as he'd love to run free in the forest like he typically did, he didn't know how high up this balcony was and he didn't particularly want to be going around with an injury all night.
When Andrea asked if that was better, the wolf visibly relaxed. Yes, NOT having a wand pointed at him was better. Whether the Gryffindor knew it or not, there were still spots on a werewolf's form that was more vulnerable to magic than the rest of their bodies, and he really didn't want her to learn of that.
One of the wolf's ears twitched a little, clearly not at all sure how to take this since it wasn't exactly his ideal situation and he wasn't sure where the witch's thoughts on werewolves really lay.
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((I just realized that because we separated the two plot lines, Cassandra and Scott are headed to lunch while Andrea and Max sit on the tower at midnight XD ))
Cassandra
The pair cleaned out the cauldron after letting it cool and disposed of the potion. Watering it down didn't take long, not with the spells from their wands, and then adding in the anti-amortentia ingredients was quite easy, especially since you couldn't do too much or too little; any amount of bezoar and mermaid tears would screw up a love potion. Class was pretty much over at that point, and they were the only ones to have completed the assignment, meaning they wouldn't need to attend the next period to finish like the rest of their classmates.
Though Cassandra had been eager to finish, she hated to admit that it would be disappointing not seeing Scott during the next potions period. But maybe that was for the best. Getting too close to him would draw attention to them both, something she was avidly trying to avoid. Followers of Voldemort had never been popular even during his reign, and after his defeat they were even less so. It didn't matter than neither her parents nor herself had ever followed the Dark Lord; all it took was sharing the surname of a Deatheater.
As the professor called for the end of class, he enchanted all the cauldrons, except theirs, to be frozen in time. The potions wouldn't change at all until the spell was undone, giving students a chance to finish. Nearly all of the students left the classroom groaning and complaining about the project. Most of them sent dirty looks her way, and there were even a few pointed looks at Scott. Cassandra grimaced; they'd already spent too much time together if those were the reactions he was getting. She vowed to avoid him until the stares and whispers died down again.
Slowly making her way to the Great Hall for lunch, Cassandra lagged behind the rest of the students, trying to catch pieces of their conversations. From what she heard, none of it was really related to herself or Scott, but she had to keep an eye out for him. She could withstand the Deatheater comments, but she'd jinx anyone who dared speculate on his loyalties. Hopefully she'd have some solitude during lunch, but since houses weren't required to sit separated, she wasn't sure how effective that would truly be.
Andrea
Her racing heart finally started to slow as Max's raised hackles lowered. Though it did little to affect his size, he was less intimidating now that he also felt less tense, or at least so she hoped. This time Andrea was able to give more of a genuine smile as she crouched down, balancing on the balls of her feet. She laid her crossed arms on her knees and rested her head on her arms, taking a few deep breaths. Now that the adrenaline was slowing down, it let her think a little more clearly.
It was several minutes before her head jerked up, and she looked with wide eyes at Max. "You can't stay here," she said suddenly. Her eyes wandered across the splintered door, the torn clothes, his wand... absentmindedly, she picked up his wand and began to tap it on her pal, thinking hard. "You can't stay here," Andrea repeated, though more lost in thought now. But how to get him out? Students would be done with dinner, but it was also close to curfew. Getting caught out of bed was one thing, but being caught sneaking a werewolf out of the castle? Well...
Andrea had always liked a challenge. With a grin, she stood and pocketed the werewolf's wand. "I have a plan, though it's probably a little stupid. I know some passageways that prefects patrol really infrequently, so we might be able to get you out that way. The route I'm thinking of spits us out at the Quidditch pitch, but once we get outside it'll be a straight shot to the Forest." She hesitated here, head tilting to the side. "Is that where you spend full moons? In the Forbidden Forest? That seems kind of lonely. And scary."
((I just realized that because we separated the two plot lines, Cassandra and Scott are headed to lunch while Andrea and Max sit on the tower at midnight XD ))
Cassandra
The pair cleaned out the cauldron after letting it cool and disposed of the potion. Watering it down didn't take long, not with the spells from their wands, and then adding in the anti-amortentia ingredients was quite easy, especially since you couldn't do too much or too little; any amount of bezoar and mermaid tears would screw up a love potion. Class was pretty much over at that point, and they were the only ones to have completed the assignment, meaning they wouldn't need to attend the next period to finish like the rest of their classmates.
Though Cassandra had been eager to finish, she hated to admit that it would be disappointing not seeing Scott during the next potions period. But maybe that was for the best. Getting too close to him would draw attention to them both, something she was avidly trying to avoid. Followers of Voldemort had never been popular even during his reign, and after his defeat they were even less so. It didn't matter than neither her parents nor herself had ever followed the Dark Lord; all it took was sharing the surname of a Deatheater.
As the professor called for the end of class, he enchanted all the cauldrons, except theirs, to be frozen in time. The potions wouldn't change at all until the spell was undone, giving students a chance to finish. Nearly all of the students left the classroom groaning and complaining about the project. Most of them sent dirty looks her way, and there were even a few pointed looks at Scott. Cassandra grimaced; they'd already spent too much time together if those were the reactions he was getting. She vowed to avoid him until the stares and whispers died down again.
Slowly making her way to the Great Hall for lunch, Cassandra lagged behind the rest of the students, trying to catch pieces of their conversations. From what she heard, none of it was really related to herself or Scott, but she had to keep an eye out for him. She could withstand the Deatheater comments, but she'd jinx anyone who dared speculate on his loyalties. Hopefully she'd have some solitude during lunch, but since houses weren't required to sit separated, she wasn't sure how effective that would truly be.
Andrea
Her racing heart finally started to slow as Max's raised hackles lowered. Though it did little to affect his size, he was less intimidating now that he also felt less tense, or at least so she hoped. This time Andrea was able to give more of a genuine smile as she crouched down, balancing on the balls of her feet. She laid her crossed arms on her knees and rested her head on her arms, taking a few deep breaths. Now that the adrenaline was slowing down, it let her think a little more clearly.
It was several minutes before her head jerked up, and she looked with wide eyes at Max. "You can't stay here," she said suddenly. Her eyes wandered across the splintered door, the torn clothes, his wand... absentmindedly, she picked up his wand and began to tap it on her pal, thinking hard. "You can't stay here," Andrea repeated, though more lost in thought now. But how to get him out? Students would be done with dinner, but it was also close to curfew. Getting caught out of bed was one thing, but being caught sneaking a werewolf out of the castle? Well...
Andrea had always liked a challenge. With a grin, she stood and pocketed the werewolf's wand. "I have a plan, though it's probably a little stupid. I know some passageways that prefects patrol really infrequently, so we might be able to get you out that way. The route I'm thinking of spits us out at the Quidditch pitch, but once we get outside it'll be a straight shot to the Forest." She hesitated here, head tilting to the side. "Is that where you spend full moons? In the Forbidden Forest? That seems kind of lonely. And scary."
((I have absolutely no issue with that as long as you don't XD ))
Scott
If anything, while not directly wishing to spend less time with Cassandra, Scott was still pleased about their potion being complete now. Next lesson could be taken as a free one, and he could use it to do a little studying for another of his classes.
Really speaking, Scott just hoped that now that awkward amortentia brewing business was over, he really did just want to spend time with Cassandra and be friends with her again; just like they had been when they were younger. Since the other student hadn't said anything, he really didn't have any way of knowing what the problem had been in the first place so he figured that they'd probably be good now. Hopefully, at least...
Noticing the pointed looks aimed at him at the end of class, Scott frowned a little and went to speak with those students to find out what, exactly, their problem was. He figured that he could always catch up to his potions partner to talk later, after all, so he didn't see the harm.
"Excuse me, but what was with that look you gave me at the end of our first hour of potions just now?" The Ravenclaw asked one of the students in an obviously honest appeal for information. Scott really did just want to understand what was going on here and see if there was any kind of misunderstanding that could be fixed with a simple, calm conversation.
Maxwell
There was no way for Max to be completely relaxed, given the circumstances of being trapped in the castle like this, but he was about as relaxed as he was going to get right now. The wolf started pacing across the balcony restlessly, knowing that he had to leave but not really having any ideas on how.
That stopped when Andrea picked up his wand and tapped it against him, which caused the werewolf to stop and look at her, wondering what on earth she was even doing. The handsome English Oak wand was, naturally, beautifully carved and it was obvious that in spite of all this potential to get damaged that the student had taken very good care of it.
One of the werewolf's ears twitched as he looked at her, wondering what she was plotting. He wasn't so sure how he felt about the other student pocketing his wand, and that wasn't to hide the torn clothes or the damaged door... Still, he did at least seem prepared to listen to whatever scheme she cooked up. Listening to it, it certainly didn't sound easy, but it did kind of make sense at the same time.
At the question on if the Forbidden Forest was where he spent his full moons, the wolf nodded the most he could and looked at the massive trees. It was clear that he wasn't scared of what lived in there, though that was also because he was never bothered by any of the creatures there - or at least, not in any way that may harm either party.
((I have absolutely no issue with that as long as you don't XD ))
Scott
If anything, while not directly wishing to spend less time with Cassandra, Scott was still pleased about their potion being complete now. Next lesson could be taken as a free one, and he could use it to do a little studying for another of his classes.
Really speaking, Scott just hoped that now that awkward amortentia brewing business was over, he really did just want to spend time with Cassandra and be friends with her again; just like they had been when they were younger. Since the other student hadn't said anything, he really didn't have any way of knowing what the problem had been in the first place so he figured that they'd probably be good now. Hopefully, at least...
Noticing the pointed looks aimed at him at the end of class, Scott frowned a little and went to speak with those students to find out what, exactly, their problem was. He figured that he could always catch up to his potions partner to talk later, after all, so he didn't see the harm.
"Excuse me, but what was with that look you gave me at the end of our first hour of potions just now?" The Ravenclaw asked one of the students in an obviously honest appeal for information. Scott really did just want to understand what was going on here and see if there was any kind of misunderstanding that could be fixed with a simple, calm conversation.
Maxwell
There was no way for Max to be completely relaxed, given the circumstances of being trapped in the castle like this, but he was about as relaxed as he was going to get right now. The wolf started pacing across the balcony restlessly, knowing that he had to leave but not really having any ideas on how.
That stopped when Andrea picked up his wand and tapped it against him, which caused the werewolf to stop and look at her, wondering what on earth she was even doing. The handsome English Oak wand was, naturally, beautifully carved and it was obvious that in spite of all this potential to get damaged that the student had taken very good care of it.
One of the werewolf's ears twitched as he looked at her, wondering what she was plotting. He wasn't so sure how he felt about the other student pocketing his wand, and that wasn't to hide the torn clothes or the damaged door... Still, he did at least seem prepared to listen to whatever scheme she cooked up. Listening to it, it certainly didn't sound easy, but it did kind of make sense at the same time.
At the question on if the Forbidden Forest was where he spent his full moons, the wolf nodded the most he could and looked at the massive trees. It was clear that he wasn't scared of what lived in there, though that was also because he was never bothered by any of the creatures there - or at least, not in any way that may harm either party.
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Cassandra
The conversation ahead of her echoed back down the hallway and she froze, blood turning cold. She hadn't realized that Scott had heard the hushed comments, hadn't realized he'd been so close to her when it had been said. She swallowed thickly and slowly stepped closer, close to enough to watch the exchange.
The student laughed, not realizing immediately that the Ravenclaw had been serious. When the rest of the friends quickly stopped laughing, she did too. She chuckled again, now feeling awkward in the face of his genuine question. Clearing her throat, the student said, "Don't you know what she is? She's got the blood of death eater's. I don't even know why they're still allowed here."
Seeing that Cassandra had stepped closer, the student glared at her now. "Their kind shouldn't be here at all. Or anywhere for that matter."
Andrea
"I think if we clean everything up here and hide it away, no one will be the wiser. And if we can get out that door, you'll be good for the rest of the night. It's just two things, really. Shouldn't be too tricky." As she spoke, Andrea began to clean up the tattered clothes and separated them from the splintered door frame and chunks of what was left of the door. There was no saving either, not even with magic, and she wasn't sure how to block the elements from entering the tower when they were done. Well, maybe she wouldn't have to. No one came up this tower, so it was likely to remain unnoticed for quite some time.
Once the balcony was as clean as it would be and the tattered remains of Max's clothes were gathered in her arms, she have him another nervous smile, though this time it had nothing to do with his new form. Sneaking through the castle was one thing, but sneaking through it with a werewolf? Well... she'd always liked a challenge.
"You ready?" she questioned finally. Nodding to her companion, she turned on her heel and began to creep down the stairs. It was never too early to start sneaking and tip toeing.
Cassandra
The conversation ahead of her echoed back down the hallway and she froze, blood turning cold. She hadn't realized that Scott had heard the hushed comments, hadn't realized he'd been so close to her when it had been said. She swallowed thickly and slowly stepped closer, close to enough to watch the exchange.
The student laughed, not realizing immediately that the Ravenclaw had been serious. When the rest of the friends quickly stopped laughing, she did too. She chuckled again, now feeling awkward in the face of his genuine question. Clearing her throat, the student said, "Don't you know what she is? She's got the blood of death eater's. I don't even know why they're still allowed here."
Seeing that Cassandra had stepped closer, the student glared at her now. "Their kind shouldn't be here at all. Or anywhere for that matter."
Andrea
"I think if we clean everything up here and hide it away, no one will be the wiser. And if we can get out that door, you'll be good for the rest of the night. It's just two things, really. Shouldn't be too tricky." As she spoke, Andrea began to clean up the tattered clothes and separated them from the splintered door frame and chunks of what was left of the door. There was no saving either, not even with magic, and she wasn't sure how to block the elements from entering the tower when they were done. Well, maybe she wouldn't have to. No one came up this tower, so it was likely to remain unnoticed for quite some time.
Once the balcony was as clean as it would be and the tattered remains of Max's clothes were gathered in her arms, she have him another nervous smile, though this time it had nothing to do with his new form. Sneaking through the castle was one thing, but sneaking through it with a werewolf? Well... she'd always liked a challenge.
"You ready?" she questioned finally. Nodding to her companion, she turned on her heel and began to creep down the stairs. It was never too early to start sneaking and tip toeing.
Scott
Whether these students found his question funny or a joke, it clearly wasn't that to him. After all, he did consider Cassandra to be his friend so why would he make a stupid joke like that one...?
Scott looked at the student. "Have you ever heard the saying the sins of the parents are not the sins of the child? I'm sure if we traced back everyone's magical roots far enough that they would be somehow related to some despicable people whether it's acknowledged or not." The Ravenclaw pointed out calmly. "And unless you plan on telling me that she was somehow involved in the second wizarding war personally and you have indisputable proof of that and what laws she broke in a war that ended decades ago, then you really have no room to treat her like that."
Maxwell
Since this was hardly the first time the wolf had been wearing clothing when he'd transformed, Max knew that the clothing and the shoes could be saved. The broken door would be more difficult, though... but he could always tell one of the teachers about that tomorrow and it'd be taken care of then.
After watching Andrea clean up the mess of tattered and torn material, he shook his pelt out again. Initially his plan had been to wait out the full moon here on the balcony, but since that obviously wasn't going to work he instead had to trust that this worked.
Max nodded when he was asked if he was ready to go, and then the werewolf was off, sneaking along with the Gryffindor student. Since wolves were quiet and he was being extra careful, he was basically silent as he moved. The last thing he wanted was to get caught, after all, so he'd do anything in his power to prevent that from happening.
Scott
Whether these students found his question funny or a joke, it clearly wasn't that to him. After all, he did consider Cassandra to be his friend so why would he make a stupid joke like that one...?
Scott looked at the student. "Have you ever heard the saying the sins of the parents are not the sins of the child? I'm sure if we traced back everyone's magical roots far enough that they would be somehow related to some despicable people whether it's acknowledged or not." The Ravenclaw pointed out calmly. "And unless you plan on telling me that she was somehow involved in the second wizarding war personally and you have indisputable proof of that and what laws she broke in a war that ended decades ago, then you really have no room to treat her like that."
Maxwell
Since this was hardly the first time the wolf had been wearing clothing when he'd transformed, Max knew that the clothing and the shoes could be saved. The broken door would be more difficult, though... but he could always tell one of the teachers about that tomorrow and it'd be taken care of then.
After watching Andrea clean up the mess of tattered and torn material, he shook his pelt out again. Initially his plan had been to wait out the full moon here on the balcony, but since that obviously wasn't going to work he instead had to trust that this worked.
Max nodded when he was asked if he was ready to go, and then the werewolf was off, sneaking along with the Gryffindor student. Since wolves were quiet and he was being extra careful, he was basically silent as he moved. The last thing he wanted was to get caught, after all, so he'd do anything in his power to prevent that from happening.
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Cassandra
The other student blanched in the face of the wizard and looked between her friends for support. None came. She cleared her throat, mind scrambling to come up with a retort. Again, none came. Instead she huffed and turned quickly away, cheeks red with embarrassment. Her friends followed quickly after her, all of their heads lowered and avoiding the gaze of other nearby students. A few Slytherins who'd overheard the conversation nodded their thanks to Scott, though unsmiling. Cassandra's uncle was one of the most well known Death Eater's during the second war, but many of them had family who had allied themselves with the Dark Lord. Knowing that at least one student at Hogwarts didn't see them all like those family members meant something to them.
Cassandra couldn't decide if she was relieved, embarrassed, or irritated. She could fight her own battles, obviously. The top of her house for her year made that easy. Being a prefect had certain advantages to it as well. Usually she didn't have to fight any battles of course, because she was generally left alone. She wasn't exactly popular among Slytherins, let alone the other houses. Her family name, her uncle's close involvement with the Dark Lord, and her family's status as formidable wizards saw to that. So Cassandra couldn't understand why Scott had done that, and why it bothered her so much.
Crossing her arms tightly over her chest and her bags strap, she too walked quickly away from the corridor, brushing past her potions partner as she did so. "You shouldn't have done that," she muttered to him, some of her irritation poking through. Without another word, she made her way to the Great Hall for lunch. IF she even had the stomach for it now.
((I've realized that I want to rework Cassandra a little bit, and possibly her plot with Scott. I also realize that is incredibly difficult to do as we're roleplaying it, so I'm gonna wait to share my thoughts until they're a little more concrete, and then we can maybe go from there lol))
Andrea
The hallways were dark and difficult to navigate, but for a troublemaking Gryffindor, she felt right at home. She knew these passages like the back of her hand. Adrenaline pumped through anyways, and most of it was due to her new companion, not the breaking of rules. She'd lost the adrenaline rush from that way back in her second year. Peeking behind her now, Andrea was unsurprised that Max was keeping pace with her. He was a wolf right now, after all, and actually much stealthier than she was.
Turning back around, she paused as they approached a more well lit corridor running across their own. This is where it got a little more dangerous. They had to pass through the lighted pathway in order to reach the next staircase down, and it was frequently patrolled by prefects and professors. Peeking her head around the corridor, she nearly squeaked when she saw both the Divinations and Herbology professors slowly walking towards her and Max. She quickly pulled her head back around and scrambled into a doorway to hide.
Realizing that Max wouldn't fit in a doorway, she squeezed her eyes closed and carefully twisted the handle, wincing as it whined in protest. She quickly opened the door, knowing that speed was no longer important as it also squeaked. Andrea motioned for Max to follow her. Before closing the door behind them, she whispered a charm at the door across from them, pushing it open with the air generated by her wand. That door squeaked as well. Clearly these hinges were not oiled as often as they should be.
The professors could be heard even through the thick wood, and Andrea whispered another charm at the room's door, locking it in place. If the professors came to check, they wouldn't question whether a student was on the other side. She could hear them talking and grumbling more now, something about Peeves or the Headless Horsemen or something, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"We should probably stay here a bit longer until the coast is really clear," Andrea whispered softly, sliding aganst the wall to a crouched position.
Cassandra
The other student blanched in the face of the wizard and looked between her friends for support. None came. She cleared her throat, mind scrambling to come up with a retort. Again, none came. Instead she huffed and turned quickly away, cheeks red with embarrassment. Her friends followed quickly after her, all of their heads lowered and avoiding the gaze of other nearby students. A few Slytherins who'd overheard the conversation nodded their thanks to Scott, though unsmiling. Cassandra's uncle was one of the most well known Death Eater's during the second war, but many of them had family who had allied themselves with the Dark Lord. Knowing that at least one student at Hogwarts didn't see them all like those family members meant something to them.
Cassandra couldn't decide if she was relieved, embarrassed, or irritated. She could fight her own battles, obviously. The top of her house for her year made that easy. Being a prefect had certain advantages to it as well. Usually she didn't have to fight any battles of course, because she was generally left alone. She wasn't exactly popular among Slytherins, let alone the other houses. Her family name, her uncle's close involvement with the Dark Lord, and her family's status as formidable wizards saw to that. So Cassandra couldn't understand why Scott had done that, and why it bothered her so much.
Crossing her arms tightly over her chest and her bags strap, she too walked quickly away from the corridor, brushing past her potions partner as she did so. "You shouldn't have done that," she muttered to him, some of her irritation poking through. Without another word, she made her way to the Great Hall for lunch. IF she even had the stomach for it now.
((I've realized that I want to rework Cassandra a little bit, and possibly her plot with Scott. I also realize that is incredibly difficult to do as we're roleplaying it, so I'm gonna wait to share my thoughts until they're a little more concrete, and then we can maybe go from there lol))
Andrea
The hallways were dark and difficult to navigate, but for a troublemaking Gryffindor, she felt right at home. She knew these passages like the back of her hand. Adrenaline pumped through anyways, and most of it was due to her new companion, not the breaking of rules. She'd lost the adrenaline rush from that way back in her second year. Peeking behind her now, Andrea was unsurprised that Max was keeping pace with her. He was a wolf right now, after all, and actually much stealthier than she was.
Turning back around, she paused as they approached a more well lit corridor running across their own. This is where it got a little more dangerous. They had to pass through the lighted pathway in order to reach the next staircase down, and it was frequently patrolled by prefects and professors. Peeking her head around the corridor, she nearly squeaked when she saw both the Divinations and Herbology professors slowly walking towards her and Max. She quickly pulled her head back around and scrambled into a doorway to hide.
Realizing that Max wouldn't fit in a doorway, she squeezed her eyes closed and carefully twisted the handle, wincing as it whined in protest. She quickly opened the door, knowing that speed was no longer important as it also squeaked. Andrea motioned for Max to follow her. Before closing the door behind them, she whispered a charm at the door across from them, pushing it open with the air generated by her wand. That door squeaked as well. Clearly these hinges were not oiled as often as they should be.
The professors could be heard even through the thick wood, and Andrea whispered another charm at the room's door, locking it in place. If the professors came to check, they wouldn't question whether a student was on the other side. She could hear them talking and grumbling more now, something about Peeves or the Headless Horsemen or something, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"We should probably stay here a bit longer until the coast is really clear," Andrea whispered softly, sliding aganst the wall to a crouched position.
Scott
The Ravenclaw waited for a response from the student he'd spoken to. He wasn't in this to embarrass anyone, of course; he just wanted to understand and be understood on why he had no issues being seen with the niece of a formidable Death Eater. When the reaction he got from the group was embarrassment - presumably from being called out -, he watched the small group tuck tail and leave. It still didn't answer anything for him, though, so he still didn't quite understand what people's problems were here. In response to the nods of thanks that he saw from a few of the Slytherins, he smiled a little and nodded slightly in acknowledgement. Even if that house could be competitive as anything, the individuals in there weren't bad people, and he knew that.
Considering Scott was a student in good standing in the student body in general, and he'd merely talked to someone he'd seen giving him weird looks, it really wasn't him fighting Cassandra's battles for her. He was a prefect too, after all, and that aside he wasn't deliberately trying to cause any problems for his potions partner.
In this case, he had merely been inducting a calm, civil inquiry into why some of the students were looking at him weirdly. The fact that he had made a stand about people with Death Eaters in their family not automatically being the same was just how he felt on the matter, and he knew he wasn't the only one in the school who felt that way; especially knowing that the Hufflepuff prefect Maxwell Young was quite vocal on not judging people by their family but by their actions and a big advocate of other houses being welcoming of friendships with Slytherins, and he agreed with that sentiment.
Scott looked when Cassandra brushed past him in such a brisk manner, confused by her comment. "What...?" He asked quietly, really not understanding where that had come from. After a moment or three had passed, the Ravenclaw student continued on to the Great Hall for food.
((If we have a chat thread for it then we don't have to worry about trying to adjust the rp on the fly here, which is another reason why I suggested we do that XD ))
Maxwell
The hallways being dark was no obstacle at all for the wolf. Although parts of his fur were white, they were in less visible areas when he was already in the dark, so all anyone would really see of him if they were to spot him would be his eyes. The blue eyes almost seemed to glow.
Max looked around the corner to the better lit corridor. He wasn't worried about the teachers seeing him, but he was worried about the prefects noticing. The teachers already knew what he was, after all, and although he wasn't looking to get scolded for not being more careful, it was a little better than a panicked but well-meaning prefect crossing paths with a "dangerous mindless creature", unless they were substantially more educated and knew better. Naturally as a prefect himself he knew the patrol routes, but since he couldn't open doors as a wolf he did have to put a lot of trust in Andrea.
When the door hinges creaked, squeaked and squealed like the unoiled pieces of metal that they were, Max cringed at the noise. It sounded loud for the regular human witch, sure, but it was far worse for his poor ears. Just like a regular wolf, his senses were keener like this, and it wasn't fun for him to hear it.
The wolf was, as the Gryffindor would soon come to find, quite adept at maneuvering his frame into spaces; even smaller doorways as he successfully got himself into that room behind the girl without too many issues. Ducking out of trouble wasn't typically his thing, but in this case he wasn't going to argue, hence why he followed her instead of letting the professors find him inside the castle on the full moon.
Once inside, Max crouched down and listened, ears perked up. He heard the accusations of it being Peeves making all that noise, but obviously knew that the poltergeist had done no such thing. The wolf was pretty sure that Peeves was off on the third floor terrorising anyone foolish enough to head through the south wing at this hour.
At Andrea's words, the wolf seemed to consider for a moment before nodding a little. Then, Max turned his attention to the door and listened. He would know when those professors were far enough away for them to make a clean escape, after all.
Scott
The Ravenclaw waited for a response from the student he'd spoken to. He wasn't in this to embarrass anyone, of course; he just wanted to understand and be understood on why he had no issues being seen with the niece of a formidable Death Eater. When the reaction he got from the group was embarrassment - presumably from being called out -, he watched the small group tuck tail and leave. It still didn't answer anything for him, though, so he still didn't quite understand what people's problems were here. In response to the nods of thanks that he saw from a few of the Slytherins, he smiled a little and nodded slightly in acknowledgement. Even if that house could be competitive as anything, the individuals in there weren't bad people, and he knew that.
Considering Scott was a student in good standing in the student body in general, and he'd merely talked to someone he'd seen giving him weird looks, it really wasn't him fighting Cassandra's battles for her. He was a prefect too, after all, and that aside he wasn't deliberately trying to cause any problems for his potions partner.
In this case, he had merely been inducting a calm, civil inquiry into why some of the students were looking at him weirdly. The fact that he had made a stand about people with Death Eaters in their family not automatically being the same was just how he felt on the matter, and he knew he wasn't the only one in the school who felt that way; especially knowing that the Hufflepuff prefect Maxwell Young was quite vocal on not judging people by their family but by their actions and a big advocate of other houses being welcoming of friendships with Slytherins, and he agreed with that sentiment.
Scott looked when Cassandra brushed past him in such a brisk manner, confused by her comment. "What...?" He asked quietly, really not understanding where that had come from. After a moment or three had passed, the Ravenclaw student continued on to the Great Hall for food.
((If we have a chat thread for it then we don't have to worry about trying to adjust the rp on the fly here, which is another reason why I suggested we do that XD ))
Maxwell
The hallways being dark was no obstacle at all for the wolf. Although parts of his fur were white, they were in less visible areas when he was already in the dark, so all anyone would really see of him if they were to spot him would be his eyes. The blue eyes almost seemed to glow.
Max looked around the corner to the better lit corridor. He wasn't worried about the teachers seeing him, but he was worried about the prefects noticing. The teachers already knew what he was, after all, and although he wasn't looking to get scolded for not being more careful, it was a little better than a panicked but well-meaning prefect crossing paths with a "dangerous mindless creature", unless they were substantially more educated and knew better. Naturally as a prefect himself he knew the patrol routes, but since he couldn't open doors as a wolf he did have to put a lot of trust in Andrea.
When the door hinges creaked, squeaked and squealed like the unoiled pieces of metal that they were, Max cringed at the noise. It sounded loud for the regular human witch, sure, but it was far worse for his poor ears. Just like a regular wolf, his senses were keener like this, and it wasn't fun for him to hear it.
The wolf was, as the Gryffindor would soon come to find, quite adept at maneuvering his frame into spaces; even smaller doorways as he successfully got himself into that room behind the girl without too many issues. Ducking out of trouble wasn't typically his thing, but in this case he wasn't going to argue, hence why he followed her instead of letting the professors find him inside the castle on the full moon.
Once inside, Max crouched down and listened, ears perked up. He heard the accusations of it being Peeves making all that noise, but obviously knew that the poltergeist had done no such thing. The wolf was pretty sure that Peeves was off on the third floor terrorising anyone foolish enough to head through the south wing at this hour.
At Andrea's words, the wolf seemed to consider for a moment before nodding a little. Then, Max turned his attention to the door and listened. He would know when those professors were far enough away for them to make a clean escape, after all.
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((Since we're in the process of potentially changing things up with Cassandra and Scott, I think I'll hold off on posting with her till we get those things sorted. And I started our OOC thread as well :) ))
Andrea
She closed her eyes while the pair of them waited, ears straining to pick up the fading sound of footsteps. Realizing that Max could hear significantly better than her, she snorted and stopped concentrating. No point competing with ears like his, she mused. Her mind roiled over the events of the day. There hadn't been anything all that exciting, but she watched in her mind as her day went from uneventful to spectacular. The discussion in the library now made a lot more sense in her mind, with Max obviously trying to weigh how she viewed werewolves and her opinions of them. Though she doubted Max would have ceased to be her friend if she'd said she hated or disliked them, she knew that there would have been an unspoken tension afterwards.
Opening her eyes while she waited for Max's signal, she watched the beast in front of her. She'd never been terribly keen on dog's, knowing that they could be more trouble than they were worth. Wolves were a bit better because they weren't domesticated and you could expect them to behave in a wild way. Always protecting themselves and their pups, prioritizing survival over anything else. Werewolves were likely similar, though to a much stricter degree. Survival of course was vital, but even more so was secrecy. Though the wizarding world was doing better in their treatment of people with that condition, that hadn't come very far and most were still terrorized and ostracized by the wizarding community. To be a student at Hogwarts with that condition... it couldn't have been easy.
((Since we're in the process of potentially changing things up with Cassandra and Scott, I think I'll hold off on posting with her till we get those things sorted. And I started our OOC thread as well :) ))
Andrea
She closed her eyes while the pair of them waited, ears straining to pick up the fading sound of footsteps. Realizing that Max could hear significantly better than her, she snorted and stopped concentrating. No point competing with ears like his, she mused. Her mind roiled over the events of the day. There hadn't been anything all that exciting, but she watched in her mind as her day went from uneventful to spectacular. The discussion in the library now made a lot more sense in her mind, with Max obviously trying to weigh how she viewed werewolves and her opinions of them. Though she doubted Max would have ceased to be her friend if she'd said she hated or disliked them, she knew that there would have been an unspoken tension afterwards.
Opening her eyes while she waited for Max's signal, she watched the beast in front of her. She'd never been terribly keen on dog's, knowing that they could be more trouble than they were worth. Wolves were a bit better because they weren't domesticated and you could expect them to behave in a wild way. Always protecting themselves and their pups, prioritizing survival over anything else. Werewolves were likely similar, though to a much stricter degree. Survival of course was vital, but even more so was secrecy. Though the wizarding world was doing better in their treatment of people with that condition, that hadn't come very far and most were still terrorized and ostracized by the wizarding community. To be a student at Hogwarts with that condition... it couldn't have been easy.
((Okay, that makes sense. And thanks! :D ))
Maxwell
At least being like this had one advantage... there was no need for him to strain to hear what was going on on the other side of this door. Naturally, he kept an ear on what was going on outside this room, careful not to miss anything.
The discussion on werewolves in the library was pretty much just Max wondering what she'd found out about them and being curious, although if there had been any indication from Andrea that she disliked, distrusted or even hated werewolves then there probably wouldn't be a friendship to speak of. As much as Max hated what he had to go through every full moon, it was still a huge part of him and he'd never be able to be friends with someone he knows carries that prejudice. There weren't many "deal breakers" like that for him, but that was a big one.
Almost in spite of Max's "condition", he still managed to keep good grades and even held the rank of Hufflepuff Prefect, not to mention he was known for always being a listening ear no-matter who you are or what house you come from by the school. The werewolf secret was a difficult one to keep, of course, especially with 5th year and up students learning the signs to identify werewolves for their DADA O.W.L.s, so it really hadn't been easy keeping it a secret from the students and keep going as if nothing was wrong.
When Max was certain that the professors were gone and there were no more footsteps, the wolf turned to Andrea from the door and wagged his tail a little. It was time to get moving, the coast was clear.
For obvious reasons, he wasn't pawing at the door or anything that'd make any noise so their hiding spot would remain a secret until they emerged.
((Okay, that makes sense. And thanks! :D ))
Maxwell
At least being like this had one advantage... there was no need for him to strain to hear what was going on on the other side of this door. Naturally, he kept an ear on what was going on outside this room, careful not to miss anything.
The discussion on werewolves in the library was pretty much just Max wondering what she'd found out about them and being curious, although if there had been any indication from Andrea that she disliked, distrusted or even hated werewolves then there probably wouldn't be a friendship to speak of. As much as Max hated what he had to go through every full moon, it was still a huge part of him and he'd never be able to be friends with someone he knows carries that prejudice. There weren't many "deal breakers" like that for him, but that was a big one.
Almost in spite of Max's "condition", he still managed to keep good grades and even held the rank of Hufflepuff Prefect, not to mention he was known for always being a listening ear no-matter who you are or what house you come from by the school. The werewolf secret was a difficult one to keep, of course, especially with 5th year and up students learning the signs to identify werewolves for their DADA O.W.L.s, so it really hadn't been easy keeping it a secret from the students and keep going as if nothing was wrong.
When Max was certain that the professors were gone and there were no more footsteps, the wolf turned to Andrea from the door and wagged his tail a little. It was time to get moving, the coast was clear.
For obvious reasons, he wasn't pawing at the door or anything that'd make any noise so their hiding spot would remain a secret until they emerged.
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My favourite genres to roleplay in right now are Action, Fantasy and Supernatural. If you would like to roleplay with me, please feel free to either inbox message me or post a comment on my profile :)
Cassandra
She sprinted down the corridor, feeling the impossible well of magic bubbling inside of her. The stress of hearing that conversation, the embarrassment of her mistake in first year still being fresh for the other students, and her own stupidity in thinking that she could rekindle whatever friendship she'd had with Scott threatened to overwhelm her. Her skin felt hot and her hands felt clammy as she clutched her bag strap. She just needed some fresh air, and then she might be okay. Just a breath of fresh air. Noting a passageway that she knew lead outside to the lake short, Cassandra gasped in relief. The twisted the handle, the metal quickly heating under her touch, and wrenched the door open, not even bothering to close it behind her.
Cassandra scrambled down to the edge of the lake, her breathing ragged. She pulled off her shoes and socks and stepped into the cool water, the pebbles under her feet smooth. She closed her eyes and started her breathing exercise, pushing the magic out with each breath. The water around her boiled momentarily, leaving her unharmed. When the bubbles subsided, she felt the well of magic inside her ebb and disappear. "Another crisis averted," she muttered to herself.
Andrea
When the wolf turned to her and indicated that the professors were gone, Andrea almost giggled. She could she that familiar gleam in Max's eyes as he wagged his tail and the picture was too comedic for her to hold in her grin. She sat up and wiped the dust and grime from her clothes as best she could. Whispering a silence charm, she placed it on the door before opening it. Too bad she hadn't had the time to do that earlier. The two friends peered down the length of each lighted corridor once more before moving across it as quickly as they could, feet as silent as the could be on the carpeted stone.
Once again in the dark hallways, Andrea glanced over at her companion, admiring how his muscled wolf form moved. Taking a deep breath, Andrea spoke. "I know it wasn't your choice, but I'm... well, I'm glad that I know about this other side of you. I feel like I know you a little better," she whispered, cheeks turning red. She quickly sped up her pace as they continued to twist around the corners and passageways of the castle. They were almost to the door, and the sooner they go there the sooner they would both be breathing a little easier she was sure. No more worrying about being caught out of bed, no need to worry about prefects finding a werewolf in the castle, and once he was out of the castle, Max could rest in whatever way he needed to for the rest of the night, and she could return to her dorm through smaller not-wolf-sized passageways with no concern of someone spotting her.
So deep in thought she was, Andrea ran right into the very door they were headed towards. Biting her tongue to hold back the cry of pain that came from smashing her nose into the wood, she giggled slightly at her own foolishness. She knew it had been close, and if she had only been paying enough attention, she would have known exactly how close it actually was. Wiping away the few tears that had leaked out, she quietly twisted the handle of the door. Since this door led outside, it's hinges were well oiled to prevent rust from the elements, and there was no squeaking. "All clear Max," she whispered. "I, uh, guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" Andrea questioned.
Cassandra
She sprinted down the corridor, feeling the impossible well of magic bubbling inside of her. The stress of hearing that conversation, the embarrassment of her mistake in first year still being fresh for the other students, and her own stupidity in thinking that she could rekindle whatever friendship she'd had with Scott threatened to overwhelm her. Her skin felt hot and her hands felt clammy as she clutched her bag strap. She just needed some fresh air, and then she might be okay. Just a breath of fresh air. Noting a passageway that she knew lead outside to the lake short, Cassandra gasped in relief. The twisted the handle, the metal quickly heating under her touch, and wrenched the door open, not even bothering to close it behind her.
Cassandra scrambled down to the edge of the lake, her breathing ragged. She pulled off her shoes and socks and stepped into the cool water, the pebbles under her feet smooth. She closed her eyes and started her breathing exercise, pushing the magic out with each breath. The water around her boiled momentarily, leaving her unharmed. When the bubbles subsided, she felt the well of magic inside her ebb and disappear. "Another crisis averted," she muttered to herself.
Andrea
When the wolf turned to her and indicated that the professors were gone, Andrea almost giggled. She could she that familiar gleam in Max's eyes as he wagged his tail and the picture was too comedic for her to hold in her grin. She sat up and wiped the dust and grime from her clothes as best she could. Whispering a silence charm, she placed it on the door before opening it. Too bad she hadn't had the time to do that earlier. The two friends peered down the length of each lighted corridor once more before moving across it as quickly as they could, feet as silent as the could be on the carpeted stone.
Once again in the dark hallways, Andrea glanced over at her companion, admiring how his muscled wolf form moved. Taking a deep breath, Andrea spoke. "I know it wasn't your choice, but I'm... well, I'm glad that I know about this other side of you. I feel like I know you a little better," she whispered, cheeks turning red. She quickly sped up her pace as they continued to twist around the corners and passageways of the castle. They were almost to the door, and the sooner they go there the sooner they would both be breathing a little easier she was sure. No more worrying about being caught out of bed, no need to worry about prefects finding a werewolf in the castle, and once he was out of the castle, Max could rest in whatever way he needed to for the rest of the night, and she could return to her dorm through smaller not-wolf-sized passageways with no concern of someone spotting her.
So deep in thought she was, Andrea ran right into the very door they were headed towards. Biting her tongue to hold back the cry of pain that came from smashing her nose into the wood, she giggled slightly at her own foolishness. She knew it had been close, and if she had only been paying enough attention, she would have known exactly how close it actually was. Wiping away the few tears that had leaked out, she quietly twisted the handle of the door. Since this door led outside, it's hinges were well oiled to prevent rust from the elements, and there was no squeaking. "All clear Max," she whispered. "I, uh, guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" Andrea questioned.
