WolfStar Challenge 1- Of Professors and GoblinsChapter 1More Like This
The class of NEWT level seventh years sat slumped at their desks in the slanting afternoon light. Heads lolled onto desks, books and neighbours' equally lifeless shoulders; every now and then a faint snore rang through the dry, Professor Binns’s translucent form floated, as if pacing, as he droned on endlessly about Goblin rebellions of the 16th century.
At the back of the room Sirius leant his face in his hand, drooling slightly with a glazed look in his dark eyes.
To his left Peter was sprawled across his desk and emitting loud grunting snores. The girl sharing his desk had pushed both herself and her belongings to the far end; every so often giving disgusted looks towards the lumpy boy.
In front of them was a lanky broad shouldered boy with jet black hair that seemed to stick up in gravity defying directions. James's glasses sat askew on his nose as he gazed longingly at the girl sat on the seat in front of him, his jaw hangin
In Regards to Towels Ch. 2He waited patiently for a few minutes as she changed once more. When she came back out, the flush was almost gone from her cheeks again. Awkwardly, she held out her sopping clothes before glancing up to meet his gaze, "Could I maybe get these dried or something? As comfy as your pajamas are, I'd prefer my own clothes."More Like This
The corners of Scorpius' lips twitched as he glanced at her, standing in the oversized clothes. He could only imagine how much it was bothering her to be accepting so much hospitality from him of all people: a Malfoy. The glimmers of a smirk disappeared, however, as he remembered she still hadn't told him why she was here in the first place. Skilt popped out of nowhere, grabbed her clothes quickly, grumbled something about puddles, and then disapparated once more. Scorpius found himself chuckling quietly before he rubbed his eyes and turned on his heel toward the den.
He heard her clear her throat behind him and he paused to glance back at her. She lifted her palm
In Regards to TowelsMore Like This
This was the last thing he had ever thought would happen to him. With his parents gone for two weeks on a vacation to Brazil, he had thought he would have some time to himself. There was a pile of books he wanted to read, not to mention the idea of getting a head start on the textbooks for the upcoming school year. Between Quidditch, his social life, and studying for the upcoming N.E.W.T.s at the end of the year he was already questioning how he would keep up with his regular studies.
Then the storm rolled in and he knew that none of that would happen. He would bring a book with him to his windowsill, but he would end up simply staring out the window at the deluge and lightning. There had always been something about powerful thunderstorms that drew him. Perhaps it was simply the idea of such unbridled power and the entirety of the world being at their mercy. That helpless vulnerability that he felt even within the confines of the manor.