Shoshanna Fischer (nervouslion) wrote in caged, @ 2013-09-09 11:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 97-09, [ log ], shoshanna fischer, tracey davis |
WHO: Tracey Davis and Shoshanna Fischer
WHEN: Sunday, 8 September 1997 (backdated!)
WHERE: Hogwarts owlery
SUMMARY: A brief, awkward run-in.
RATING: G
STATUS: Completed Log
Dear Mum & Dad, Dark Arts is a little strange, but not too bad. The new professor seems a little obsessed about the material, but no different to Moody in that regard. He didn’t practice Unforgiveables on us during our first lesson, at least. Instead we’ve been given teddy bears who we have to look after and cast spells on. I’m not too sure what the end goal is yet, other than practicing what we’ve learned (if it’s only that, why take them out of the classroom?) but they appear to be part of a long-term project. In Muggle Studies, we were asked to introduce ourselves and state three things which we already knew about Muggles. The professor didn’t like the answers from most of the Gryffindors. I still wish that I were in Astronomy, but the class should be informative at least. And since there doesn’t appear to be much of a carry over from previous years, I shan’t be at an disadvantage. With seeing you so recently, I don’t have much news. I will keep in touch. Tracey The girl in question twisted the letter into a scroll, attached it to her raven’s leg. Then watched Nero soar off into the darkening evening sky. Curfew would be soon. It was time she headed back. She tightened her scarf around her neck, the silver stripes of her house more stark in the fading light, then started for the stairs. Shoshanna had written a very basic letter to her parents - almost exactly like the ones she’d sent to them in the past. Everything was always fine when she wrote, her classes were going fine, her friends were fine and she was fine. This year was no exception (in her letters, at least), although she did at that Hogwarts was somewhat different this year. “But it’s fine,” she had added, not going into details. She’d signed it and asked them to give her love to Octavia, then headed up to the owlery to send it. Since she had Markie, she didn’t have an owl of her own and had to use one of the school owls. She was close to curfew, but she thought she’d still have enough time to get back to the Gryffindor Common Room before nine. She walked up the stairs quietly, not wanting to disturb the birds (who, honestly, were a little intimidating), and found herself right in front of Tracey Davis. “Oh, hullo Tracey,” she said, her voice pleasant enough but her look slightly wary. “Evening.” Tracy nodded back, civil, but not overtly friendly. First they had been placed in groups together; now she wasn’t struggling to avoid Shoshanna Fischer in locations throughout the school other than Muggle Studies class. It would have been amusing, almost, were it not happening to her. “I was just leaving,” she added, with a slight suggestion that this was the only thing she sought to do right now, and the sooner, the better. If Shoshanna had been slightly bolder, she would have rolled her eyes. There was no need to be rude, after all. “And I was just entering,” she said, her voice and look completely innocent. “It was nice talking to you,” she added, moving around Tracey to get to one of the Hogwarts owls. It looked tame enough, but she was always worried about getting her fingers nipped. “Likewise,” Tracey rejoined. “I’d watch that one,” she added over her shoulder. “It gets a bit peckish.” Shoshanna froze, all other considerations overridden. She glanced back at Tracey, wondering if she was serious. She didn’t seem like the type to lie about that sort of thing. “What about this one?” she asked, pointing to the one on the next perch. “She’s fine,” Tracey told her. The owl indeed was watching the two girls somewhat placidly. “I’ll see you in class then.” “Bye,” Shoshanna said to Tracey’s rapidly disappearing back. She turned to the owl and dug in her pocket for a little piece of biscuit that she had brought with her as a peace offering. “Guess she’s in a hurry,” she said to the owl, shrugging. |