Following Me?

[Sianna Djordjevic]

Sianna had been keen to start on her NEWT years, her OWL grades had been exactly what she’d needed to hold her head even higher than before. All O’s, it had been quite a feat even for her, given how much Sianna had been stressing about it. But, the girl felt more confident than ever knowing that she’d managed it pretty. That she’d succeeded in them, gaining perfect grades. However, these grades while good for showing off to others, in being better than her brother and pretty much everyone she interacted with, it hadn’t help her decide what she wanted to do after school. Sianna had been tossing up idea’s, she’d picked up information on jobs in the ministry but nothing had particularly appealed to her. Of course she wanted to pursue photography but there was no money or guarantee that she’d ever be good enough. She had gotten good grades and hopefully would continue to get good grades so it would almost be a waste to make use of them.

However, the thought of a desk job did fill the ravenclaw with dread, so in the spirit of wanting to get better the girl had left the dorm, sometime near midnight and had ventured out to find where the light was best. Her camera around her neck, the prefect badge was thankfully not on her uniform and she had an excuse ready if she got caught, but the girl was walking through the school, being as silent as she could. Eventually in all her wandering she stumbled upon the Antiquated Lavatory. It wasn’t a room that the prefect had spent much time in, but it was a rather silent and empty bathroom. She decided it would be an interesting place to set up a shot or two, test her night skills, using the different settings on the camera for exposure. She could take close ups of the sinks or through the glass in the room. Certainly, as she closed the door behind her, and found the first place to take a picture, she assumed that no one would disturb her.
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[Chacen Chevalier]

The Part-Veela blonde Zhefarovich was back within the halls of Hogwarts New Zealand. It had been years since he returned, but since moving down with his dad, Chacen felt that it was time to return to the school. He did attend Beauxbatons before this. It was a classy school, but Hogwarts New Zealand was still a second home to him. He would never forget when he was sorted. The sixth year wondered what he could do as he wondered the corridors with his hands shoved into the pockets of his robes. It was the NEWT year, and he had no idea what he wanted to do from here on out. He was not allowed to become an Auror. Something with how they were handling cases, or something to do with his grandfather's family. It was a strange coincidence, but it was to be ignored. That was what he was told. And Chacen obeyed without a second thought because he looked up to his father and grandfather so much. Chacen reached around and scratched the back of his neck, still a little bewildered that his brother was sorted into Slytherin.

It really should not bother Chacen, nor surprise him when it came down to Brayden. Brayden was flambouyant. He was blunt and honest. And he had no regards for others with his words, believing that hurting was helping in the long run. Chacen may have been vain, but he did not believe in that. Chacen looked up and saw the reflection of a wand, coming around the corridor, so he ducked into the only door, shutting it behind him while he presses his back against the door, listening closely. He should not be out this late, but Chacen did not really care. Chacen finally looked into the room and saw a female. A prefect no less. He stared in mild shock since he thought that he was busted. Really busted.
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