All throughout Umbridge's class, Isadora glanced over to Calum every so often, wondering what was running through his mind. Why couldn't he see that things could be better for him if he just allowed them to be? Isadora hated the fact that she cared so deeply for the boy, hating that their difference in class and circumstance was too different for them to maybe ever find a common ground, even if that was what Isadora desperately wanted. Frowning with the thought, Isadora closed her text book as Umbridge dismissed them, reminding herself and Elise of their detention that evening. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." She murmured sarcastically, tucking her wand into the sleeve of her shirt and fixing her ponytail carefully. Looking to Calum once more, Isadora felt her gaze soften as she studied the handsome boy, and she sighed, picking up her textbook. "See you later, guys!" She lifted her hand in a wave, snorting with laughter as Nerissa high fived her. "Fool," she teased, walking out of the classroom, peering one last time at Calum, ducking her head as she left, not wanting Calum to see that his words, his actions, had affected her, more than she could ever verbally express to him.
Luke watched as Ashton took Elise's hand, and he gripped to the sides of his desk angrily, trying his hardest not to let his jealousy show as his fingernails curled into the wood. Of course Ashton Irwin, the school suck up, would be more worthy of Elise's affection thn he would be. Shaking his head with the thought, Luke had spent all lesson tense and upset, and he hated the fact that Elise had even affected him in such a way. Pride was a big thing for the Hemmings family, and yet, everything that had happened within those classroom walls had chipped away at his own pride throughout the hour. As Professor Umbridge dismissed the class, Luke was quick to stand to his feet, twirling his wand expertly in his fingers as he stood up, slamming his textbook shut. Tucking his wand behind his ear, Luke took a deep breath, glancing towards Elise and feeling his heart swell with the sight of her, wishing, more than anything, that he could tell her about all the love he had for her - and her only. She was the definition of perfection, and Luke wanted to take her influence to become a better person, he just
couldn't. Frowning, Luke murmured a quick goodbye to Honoria and Calum before walking out, shoving past Elise with annoyance, not bothering to give her a second glance, heart thumping in his chest with the hurt.
Nerissa peered to Michael fondly as she saw his chin rest in his hand, shaking her head in amusement at how gorgeous the boy was. She wondered, just how lucky she was to know Michael Clifford in the first place. When Umbridge decided to dismiss the class - five minutes after lesson was supposed to end - Nerissa breathed out a sigh of relief, the tension she had felt for the whole hour finally ebbing away slowly. Running a hand through her hair, Nerissa stood to her feet, grabbing her textbook and pinning her wand into her hair - tied into a neat, conservative bun. "Will I be seeing any of you troublemakers later?" She teased, placing a hand on Michael's shoulder and squeezing gently, hopefully, as she got ready to part from her friends, grateful to have a group of like-minded, wonderful people that she could turn to in times like this. If He Who Must Not Be Named was planning a return, it wouldn't be an easy fight, but it wouldn't be impossible, because when they put their heads together, they could do great things, of that she was certain. "Perhaps we should go for a Butterbeer this Saturday, just to relax a little." She suggested. "Get away from the castle."
Ashton felt, once Umbridge had dismissed the lesson, that he could breathe a little easier. Tucking his wand into his sleeve, Ashton closed his textbook gently, not wanting to draw anymore attention to himself and his group of friends than they'd already done that day. "Hogsmeade on Saturday sounds good." He confirmed with a nod, his gaze drifting to Honoria with the thought, but he cleared his throat and soon focused his attention back onto his friends. "As for later, I'm going to study at the library. Mum and Dad might not understand magic, but they still expect good grades." Ashton shrugged his shoulders lightly with a smile, clearly fond of his muggle parents, proud of his background. "But we can all have breakfast tomorrow?" Once again though, his gaze drifted to Honoria, and Ashton knew why he gravitated to her so easily, the love he felt, the concern he felt for her, made him want to approach and just wrap his arms around her - but Ashton wasn't keen to get a broken, bloody nose. "I'll see you all later." Ashton squeezed Elise's shoulder, walking out of the classroom to go to the library, planning to spend all afternoon there.
Isadora stepped out of Umbridge's office later that afternoon, rolling her eyes as she rubbed at her wrist. Writing lines? In a detention? It was a punishment for five year olds - not that she was complaining, because the detention could of been a lot worst. "Well," she stretched on the balls of her feet carefully, looking to Elise with a cheeky grin. "That was fun." Scrubbing a hand over her face though, Isadora tried to get the obnoxious meowing of Umbridge's strange choice of kitten decoration out of her head, the scent of lavender and sweet tea lingering in her nose. "C'mon."