|Fiona Kemp is a wee hag, Crivens! (diligently) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-01-04 20:59:00
|!1998: 01, !complete, audrey wadcock, fiona kemp
Characters: Fiona Kemp & Audrey Wadcock
Setting: Monday evening in the Hufflepuff Common Room
Summary: BFF catch up time? Hanging out before term and work begins and kills all the fun!
Rating/Warning: G most likely
Slumping against the arm of the couch, Fiona surveyed the bustling Common Room. She had never stayed over at school for the holidays before. Even if she had wanted to at some point she knew her family would never let her get away with something like that. Her family took Christmas & Hogmanay celebrations seriously, they would have stormed the castle themselves to drag her home. Coming back early had been her first experience with an abnormally empty castle, even if the trickle of returning students had started up after her return it was still quite a contrast from the way things normally were. It hadn't been all bad. She had liked the quiet and the space. It seemed so rare she was able to snag one of the comfy chairs near the fire, it was nice to not have to fight for them.
Granted it was hard to really enjoy them when you were worried and frightened. When she was at home she was very cut off from the magical world. She had a copy of the prophet delivered, even though she didn't always read it, but apart from that the only link she had was her journal and the few owls she sometimes received from friends. When McGonagall's owl had arrived, following the article about the Ministry's decree, things had seemed like danger was immediate and she, admittedly, been rather freaked out over it all. But back at school, back in the world it was all part of, even if the danger was still noticeably present she felt safer and, eventually, calmer. Calm enough to enjoy the castle's thinned out occupants at least.
But that peace was all the past now. The last train had come back in that evening, bringing with it the rest of the student body that hadn't felt the need to end their holiday early. And, like every year, the Common Room was at an all time high in terms of volume and activity with excited students catching up and sharing holiday stories in the last few moments of freedom before term started. Fiona watched it from her cozy spot in front of the fire, content to keep well away from the hubbub. Reaching into the bag at her feet she pulled out a book, a novel, something to enjoy before assigned reading and research took precedence, and cracked it open to a spot marked with a scrap of parchment.