Who: Finn and Faye Monroe What: sibling time Where: Finn’s room When: Monday evening.
Faye had spent a good portion of the day flying circles above Hogsmeade. Why? She had nothing better to do, business in Hogsmeade had been slow, no one wanted to return to the scene of the crime. Even the castle, which had once been a sign of wonder for Faye, now stood out like a dingy, dirty sore. She didn’t want to go back, it felt like she’d only barely left.
By the time Faye landed, and showered up, it was almost time for dinner. Despite the difficulties, the Monroe-Scrivenshaft family still attempted to have dinner together during breaks for most of the week (though it wasn’t always achieved). She sighed, and pushed open the door to her brothers room, unsurprised to see him fiddling with some sort of electronic. She flopped down on his bed.
“Maybe I wont go to school in September, maybe I’ll just play professional Quidditch, and I wont need my NEWTs.” She said, staring at the ceiling without so much as an introduction to her preamble. “Not like we really learned anything last year anyway.”