Who: Sara Moon and Clara Pritchard
What: Tracey poisons Sara and she needs help.
When: March 17th, 5pm
Where: Slytherin dorms, to start at least.
Rating: pg-13, for now.

Sara sat in a comfy chair that was placed discreetly off to the side in a corner in the Slytherin's dorm, reading the last few pages of a novel she had been reading to pass the time. Frankly, Sara was glad for the reprieve from her "fiance" and the overly talkative Daphne. Though, given that they both were nowhere to be found at the time, it probably meant that they were off shagging each other. Not that Sara minded, no, less work for her to keep Theo "satisfied".

Taking a sip of her drink before setting it down on the small table next to her, Sara finished up the book and stood to return it to the bookshelf on the other side of common room. Replacing the book, she took another one and as she turned, smoothing out her school skirt that she wore at mid-thigh and matched with an untucked blouse and loose tie, walked back to her seat, locking dangerous eyes with Tracey as she passed her coming from near where her chair was, though she thought nothing of it at the time.

Sitting, Sara opened the book and took another few sips of her drink as she started reading the pages. However, in a few minutes, she began to shift uncomfortable, feeling it get unnaturally hot in the room. Looking to her book, she could see the words getting a tad blurry. Pressing a hand to her forehead, she was surprised to feel it burning up.

Sara was not one to get suddenly sick, so of course with her Suspicious mentality, she went straight to thinking poisoning. She looked around for a source and her eyes landed on her drink that was now near empty. The image of Tracey walking from her chair flashed through her mind. The blonde was one who would do something like this. Fucking bitch! she screamed in her head, standing and having to catch the chair to hold her steady as she was now dizzy.

Making her way out of the common room and into the corridors to the different year dorms, Sara had to lean on the wall for support as she began to sweat. She knew if she went to the nurse, it would raise a million questions that she couldn't afford to answer. So who could she go to? The girl she was sure had the answer was also the girl she was sure poisoned her.

And suddenly, a name came to her mind. She quickly made her way to the seventh year girl's dorm and knocked before entering. It looked almost empty, Sara hoped that she could find her.

"Clara?" she called weakly from the doorway, leaning on the doorjamb.

Who: Sara Moon and Clara Pritchard
What: Sara needs to get some things off her mind.
When: March 1st
Where: The Library
Rating: NC-17 (Is anyone shocked?)

Clara was thoroughly exasperated as she flipped through the pages of one of the many tomes in front of her. She had not gotten nearly enough studying done. First it had been noise. Luckily, Madame Pince and Clara shared the same opinion on that and the offenders were out on their ears. Then, came a few boys, one after the other, trying to sweet talk her. She sent them away.

Finally, she was able to get to studying. She had a few hours left before curfew, though she might be able to sweet talk Madame Pince into letting her stay later. It was time to get down to some real studying.

Though her uniform was nearly perfect save her loosened tie, a lock of hair fell in Clara’s face as she leaned over one of the books. Her fingers were stained with ink, even under the closely clipped nails that Pansy or Daphne would have had a heart attack if they had cut their own nails so short.

Clara chewed the feather tip of her quill as she read, a habit that she’d had since her first year. She was oblivious to the world around her as she was thoroughly engrossed in the book, trying to absorb it all for the paper she needed to write. It wasn’t due for three weeks, but she was getting a later jump on it then she would have liked.