Lily was looking forward to bringing in a new academic year at Hogwarts, so much so that she didn't even mind climbing the gruelling steps that led to the classroom atop of the Astronomy tower - she felt like she could float. The summer had been long, and boring, and the muggle world seemed so boring now that Lily knew what she did. She couldn't help but wonder, did any of her neighbours practice magic? When Rain spoke, Lily found herself being dragged from her thoughts and she grinned. "Oh, I'm definitely ready." She confirmed to her friend with a confident grin. The new professor - Professor Derek Hale - had been introduced at the welcoming feast the evening before, and he was certainly something nice to look at; and Lily wondered how he would perform as a teacher. "He seems sweet, so you know, give him the benefit of the doubt." Lily shrugged. "And stars are interesting!" Lily pointed out with a grin, only wanting to impress the new professor... but Luke and Rain didn't have to know that though, did they? "How was summer for you two, anyway?" Lily asked, beginning the ascent of the tower, leaving her friends behind, the book she had on the planets and constellations tucked under her arm, aware the trio were early (for once).
Luke definitely had an interesting summer, and it was all thanks to Rain. Before the pair had become friends, she wasn't usually what Luke would consider someone to trust, and yet, trusting Rain and falling in love with her had come so easy to the Slytherin boy that it almost scared him - he'd never allowed himself to be vulnerable, but there was just something about Rain that encouraged him to be a better person than the generations before him. But, in typical Luke Hemmings fashion, Rain didn't know this - but she was familiar with Luke, and Luke was familiar with her, on a physical level. Things for them had become intense, and Luke could recall the nights where he'd held her close, her legs around his waist and his hands resting against her thighs as his face buried into the side of her neck; Luke yearned to hear the tempting whines that left past those sinful lips, and although Luke couldn't admit that his feelings were far beyond physical, he found himself lucky to be the one that got to be close to Rain in that way, that he got to be the one to make her chant his name like a mantra. Shifting closer to Rain with the thought, Luke smiled down at the beauty, the smell of perfume enough to intoxicate him. "Astronomy's going to be a good one, I think." Luke nodded, his hand on the small of Rain's back, offering the Hufflepuff a smirk, knowing their arrangement would be continuing into the school year. "How about you, Rain?" And as he spoke, Luke's hand subtly drifted downwards, squeezing the flesh of her ass.
Grace carried herself the way every Slytherin was meant to, with her head held high, green and silver tie proud against her chest, tucked into her cardigan to keep up the appearance of perfection - but even with that feigned confidence, she couldn't help but look towards Michael Clifford. She'd noticed his glances, and she was growing curious, feeling the longing she'd felt for most of her life begin to stir within the pit of her stomach. "Eyes ahead, Clifford." She murmured so only he could hear. Grace adored Michael, having known the colourful boy for as long as she could remember, but she couldn't let anyone know, not even him. She'd allowed herself to get to know him on a whole new level over the summer, but it couldn't go further, not yet. She just wanted to enjoy the desperate way their hands roamed each other, how their lips moved in perfect sync, how he groaned when she tugged at his hair, not wanting to forget a single moment of the nights driven by passion. Shaking the thought from her head, Grace scoffed playfully at Kyrie. "Oh, Kyrie, give it a rest." Grace teased. "You've done nothing but speak about Professor Lassiter since breakfast, what makes the man so special?" Grace followed Kyrie into class, looking over her shoulder to Michael. "Well, this is certainly going to be fun."
David Lassiter would never of dreamed he'd be a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and yet, here he was, in his very own classroom, ready to teach eager minds about alchemy - but he knew that taking this job would guarantee one wonderful thing, he'd be seeing more of Kyrie Glass, a girl he'd known for a long time, a girl that he'd seen as a sister - and that's what worried him. She'd be grown now, far more mature than the last time he'd seen her, and he knew that there was always a possibility for attraction. Shaking his head to rid himself of the thought, David leaned against the front of his desk as students began to filter into the classroom. Eager to make a good first impression, David tried to keep himself approachable, trying to memorise each face he saw, ties of gold, red, green and blue visible among the class. "Good afternoon, class." David spoke with a smile, hoping his relaxed attitude would earn him the title of favourite teacher. Pausing as three more students came barging in, David paused when he saw the familiar face he'd been longing to see - Kyrie. Swallowing the anxiety that seemed to bubble within his throat, David saw that his theory had been confirmed: she was beautiful, now more than ever. Although it was with a smile that he wondered if she'd have her brother's attitude, a true Slytherin mischief. "Hurry, hurry, I've got quite the interesting lesson for you all today." He urged.
Lucille had been looking forward to Transfiguration. Lessons with Minerva McGonagall were among Lucille's favourite, or so she said. The real reason was that Lucille, usually, shared Transfiguration with Calum, and she hoped this year wouldn't be a break in the cycle. Walking leisurely down the corridor, Lucille paused when she heard Calum's voice, and she smiled to herself, unable to stop it. She and Calum were close - they'd kept in contact all throughout the summer, through sending owls and even seeing each other a few times, and it was the best summer Lucille had, she was sure. They were practically a couple, without all the formalities, and Lucille wouldn't change anything for the world. The pair had so naturally clicked, and Lucille was so grateful for the connection she shared with Calum, because he brought he a solace no one else could know of. "Good afternoon, Calum." Lucille greeted happily, leaning into the golden skinned boy's embrace, offering him a smile in return. "You certainly made my summer a lot brighter." And goodness, did she mean it. "How was the rest of your summer?" Wrapping an arm around Calum's middle, Lucille snuggled further into him. "I missed you too, darling." Lucille promised, giggling as Calum kissed her forehead, offering him an eskimo kiss. "Well, aren't you adorable?"
Ashton had never expected his mother to accept the offer that the Cross family had brought to the table - an arranged engagement between the eldest heirs to the estate; and although Ashton didn't particularly have any objections himself, having been fond of Aurelia since their first encounter, it had come as a big surprise when his mother had accepted. Ashton was unsure of how he felt, but more so, he felt pressure on his shoulders he'd only encountered once, to become someone worthy of Aurelia's hand in marriage. Shifting a little as he walked, Ashton could recall the last time he'd felt that pressure, at his father's funeral, knowing he had to mature far too quickly for his age and for his liking. Frowning with the thought, Ashton was pulled from his thoughts as Aurelia spoke, and Ashton blinked as he registered his fiancee's words. "Oh, don't worry about it." Ashton promised, voice almost meek. "I uh, was just saying that Transfiguration should be good this year." Well, a little white lie never hurt anyone. "I uh," Ashton rubbed at the back of his neck anxiously. "Quite look forward to this year." And if it gave him an excuse to grow closer to Aurelia, perhaps to even start something wonderful with her before she became his wife, then he would consider it a success. "We best get to class." And nervously, Ashton offered Aurelia his arm to hold, wondering if she'd take it.
Lauren ran a hand through her hair, chestnut waves unkempt after a long free period of studying in the library. Lauren had a particular reputation among her friends as the air head, and as funny as it was, she wanted to prove to her family that it wasn't true, knowing her parents had crippling high hopes for their only daughter to succeed. Her parents both worked within the ministry and were highly respected, and Lauren felt as though she had a lot to live up to, coming from a long line of Gryffindors. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear at the thought, Lauren adjusted her Transfiguration book in her arms, walking into the classroom with a smile to Professor McGonagall. "Good afternoon, Professor." She greeted happily, although slightly breathless from rushing, having lost time completely within the silence of the library. Looking around to see the classroom empty apart from one familiar student, Lauren felt her cheeks heat into a blush, and she offered Namjoon Kim a smile. "Hi, Namjoon." She greeted, sitting at her usual seat in the back, placing her book onto the desk before opening it again, trying to neaten out her hair for the final time. She'd had a crush on Namjoon for the longest time, but he always seemed to preoccupied within his own little world to notice anyone else, and Lauren wondered if he would give her the time of day - the boy was perfect, and so brilliantly intelligent. Ducking her head, Lauren began to read, biting her lip.
Isaac had found a safe place in the stone walls of Hogwarts, and he'd found a solace in Amaryllis, and that was the most incredible thing to him. He'd rather be anywhere but home, away from his father, and Amaryllis understood, because no one could understand that sort of pain unless they'd live through it themselves, and Amy had confided in him about her own situation, and the need to protect her, to be her safe place in return, was almost overwhelming. Feeling the back of his hand brush against Amaryllis', Isaac smiled softly as he absorbed the sound of her voice, knowing that it was the one thing that reminded Isaac life could be brilliant. He'd fallen so hopelessly in love with her, but he didn't tell her, too afraid of scaring her off and ruining what they had. "Oh?" Isaac teased in return, although his heart jolted in fear of what his father would do if he found out his son had skipped a class. "Maybe next time. But hey, Snape might be in a good mood for once." Isaac teased, gently placing an arm around Amaryllis' shoulder to tug her gently to his side, pressing his face into her hair protectively. "I mean, I doubt it, but we gotta stay positive, right?" And for the first time, almost all summer, Isaac smiled, although it hurt his still slightly bruised cheek to do so. "And if he isn't, I'll protect you. I promise." And Isaac meant every word, because if any danger came to Amaryllis, Isaac knew he'd take the hit, no matter how fatal, because she deserved so much more than pain, than what life had to offer her.
Katie had been excited to go into her final year of Hogwarts, because there was so many opportunities for the year ahead - one of them was to finally tell Stiles Stilinski how she felt about him - the boy was a fool, in the best way, and Katie had known from the moment she'd met him that no one else belonged in her life but him, and when they grew closer, her theory seemed to only be confirmed. Tapping her wand against her hair, Katie smiled as her hair tied itself to a neat braid with a quick, expert precision. Pausing as she heard a familiar voice, Katie grinned, waiting for Stiles to approach, and as he did, Katie smiled up at him. "Hello, Stiles." She greeted happily, seeing his anxiety and feeling her heart squeeze with sympathy. She didn't understand why Severus Snape was so bloody determined to make Stiles' life hell, just because he learned differently from others. "What a coincidence, I do." Katie confirmed. "How're you feeling about it?" Katie gently rested a hand on Stiles' arm, wanting to show her stance of solidarity.
Scott McCall hadn't had a brilliant start to his seventh year. For a start, he'd woken up late, he'd missed Quidditch practice, and Umbridge had already taken the opportunity to hate on the first Gryffindor she laid her eyes on - which just so happened to be Scott. And to finish the day on the lowest of lows, Scott had Potions with the greasy git that was Severus Snape. However, there was one positive to come from this awful day, and that was the possibility that Celia Hart would be in attendance. He'd had a crush on the beauty for as long as he could remember, but his hopes had quickly been shot down when he'd overheard Celia telling her friends that she just wasn't looking for a relationship - but Scott was an adult, he could handle his heartbreak with maturity, and as long as he got to keep being Celia's friend, that was something. Making his way into the classroom, Scott nodded at Severus Snape stiffly, sitting at the desk behind Celia's. "Hey, Celia." Scott leaned forward so she could hear him. "How're you? I haven't seen you at all today, I've missed you!" Scott smiled, the lopsided grin he wore wide. "How was your summer?" But when their dementor of a teacher came over and hit Scott at the back of the head, Scott scowled, leaning back a little bit. "Would you like to meet for dinner? I'm sure the others will join us." In case Celia didn't want to spend time with him by herself. Swallowing the lump in his throat at the thought, Scott dipped his quill in it's ink, biting his lip as he opened his parchment.
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