Verity and Open
Verity had been spending most of her time in the classroom that was now Weasly's Wizard Wheeze's, she was enjoying feeling back in her element. What she was not enjoying was the ill feeling that was creeping through her or the fact that some of her magic was failing. Not that she said anything to anyone about it, not yet. Not today. She had to be there for George.
She had thrown on a longer sleeved shirt under her robes as the charm to hide the scars she had suffered at Azkaban kept fading too quickly during a break that George made her take. But now she was back at it, a pair of pygmy puffs resting on her shoulders as she played with a few things to draw peoples attention to them. Trying to keep spirits up even if in the back of her head she was worried.