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THE POTIONEER | 1.9 "I THINK I'M... SCARED" Hogwarts Castle, Scotland | 1993
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ONCE AGAIN, THE MOON SHONETHROUGH the window, igniting Lizzie’s hair in a spiritual glow as she was huddled over the desk that sat in her dormitory. Each Ravenclaw had a desk by their bed, obviously they were not that big, but they were enough to study on. Though, that was not what Lizzie was using it for at that moment. She had ‘Omens, Harbingers and Auspices: What to expect when death is coming’ on the wooden slab, quickly looking over her shoulder to make sure the door was well and truly shut.
After Harry and Lizzie’s chat with Lupin, they had walked back to the castle in hopes of getting some lunch and got briefly entrapped in a scheme of Fred, George, Elijah and Bellamy’s, the boys forcing them to distract Professor Sprout while they took some leaves from an Alihotsy tree in the greenhouses — the ingredient making anyone that digested it to laugh uncontrollably. Apparently, they were planning to use them on Snape after he was harsher than usual on Elijah earlier on in the week.
Neither Harry and Lizzie had anything to complain about with the plan, so they went back on their way, passing Davina in the corridors and quickly thanking her for spelling the dark cloud over the Slytherins on the first morning back and she only answered with a small smirk and, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
