[It late Friday afternoon, and Jim was out on the Quidditch pitch. He was alone, having stayed after practice to put himself through some drills and make sure he was in top condition. Slytherin were playing Hufflepuff the next day, and if Jim had anything to do with it (which, as team captain, he did) they were going to win.
Though, he wasn't too busy to stop to talk to anyone who might wander onto the pitch...]
Pasha nervously retightened the headscarf around her head, praying silently that her schoolmates would just assume that shw was having another odd hair phase. The straightening hair phase had lasted a month before she realised that it was impeading on her morning reading time.
This time it was for an actual reason.
Her hair, instead of it's usual mousy brown colour was a froth of candy pink curls. The result of a potion gone bad it kept changing every day, she'd been assured that it would go back to her normal colour in just a week but she'd have to wait it out until then. And seeing as hair dyes weren't exactly readily available in Hogwarts she was more than a little stuck.
The young witch gave a sigh, plonking herself down on her seat in Charms and just hoping nobody would ask.
The bikini was definitely not standard Hogwarts-issue clothing. Though the cloth was the exact correct shades of green and silver, and the Slytherin crest carefully embroidered on the left breast was exquisitely appointed, it was rather ... smaller than most official Hogwarts clothing. Not that Mimi actually cared, of course. Not when she could stretch, arching her back, and make a boy walk straight into the lake.
Of course, it was quite warm out, and she was feeling a bit thirsty. She sat up, lowering her sunglasses slightly, and glanced around. They'd been studying influential magic in Mental Magic, so what better time to test it out than now? Her eyes settling on a likely subject, she smiled faintly, narrowed her eyes, and thought, Come here.
Often found in the library, Christine was there again today, working on her Transfiguration homework. She wrote quickly but neatly, only stopping every minute or so to check her knowledge against one of the many open books surrounding her.
At one point she lowered her head over her parchment to better concentrate, resulting in the the quill tickling her nose and making her sneeze. Madame Pince immediately let out a sharp, "Shh!" and Christine rolled her eyes. Honestly, it wasn't like the place was crowded with students trying to read in peace. There were only a few besides herself there. Most were probably outside enjoying the sunshine.
Pasha was somewhat of an unofficial remember of the Ravenclaw house Quidditch team. She couldn't ride a broom to save her very life but she was a brilliant mind when it came to tactical game playing that wasn't totally dependent on the Seeker. She was sat at the side of the pitch, scribbling notes onto a pad of paper as her meticulous mind thought through the upcoming game against Slytherin. It was going to be difficult and they needed the points dearly in order to possibly win the house cup. Somebody other than Gryffindor or Slytherin needed to.
She scowled for a moment up at the actual arena. There was no way to test her theory out without flying. With a huff she forced herself to her feet, picking up the broom that she'd collected earlier.
"Right broom." She gave it a very stern talking to. "You are I are going to fly. You will not buck me off this time, you wicked thing. The better you behawe, the less time I hawe to spend riding you." She was blithely unaware of anybody else on the pitch.
Merlina lay in the grass, wand pointed in the air. She had chosen to be outside on such a rare lovely day and decided to practice casting charms. She had stolen an apple from the kitchens. Her book bag was laying on the grass beside her with her charms book open, the pages lazily turning themselves. It was a part of the school not many students happened by and if no one wandered by, that meant she could just use her natural magical talent instead of hiding it all the time.
At least it wasn't like at home where she had to hide everything at all times.
Eleanora put on her glasses and began to write out the lesson plan for the day. The functions and tribulations of the rubber duck. The brunette sneezed when some of the chalk dust came far too close for comfort before putting the writing utensil down. With a smile, she surveyed her classroom before going into the storeroom to pull out various rubber ducks to set on the desks. Some of them squeaked, some of them made other noises. It would be interesting to see what sort of things her students came up with.
Piper groaned. Really? This was not her idea of a career but she didn't think opening a restaurant right then would be a good idea. So she was here, teaching Potions to children. She swept through the classroom, making sure the burners were set correctly. The brunette could've been an auror. Could've been a curse breaker. But things made it rather difficult for her to pursue either one. She didn't want to be fighting for her entire life.
