Open let it down

[Christa Langley]

*Set after this class

Christa stepped out of the classroom, her notebook clutched tightly to her chest and her brow furrowed in through. The brisk air of the corridor was a welcome contrast to the heavy atmosphere of the lesson she had just left. Unforgivable cures? Azkaban? How do people even come up with that stuff? She couldn’t understand it and her mind started spinning with so many questions. She needed to understand it, so even as she leaned against the cool stone wall, she glanced down at her notes, trying to make sense of everything she had written word for word about these classes. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand what she’d written, she just couldn’t wrap her head around the idea that magic, something she had only recently learned was real, could be so dangerous. She closed her book with a loud snap and a sigh, half-hoping someone would walk by who looked as overwhelmed as she felt about it. “How do wizards even sleep knowing this stuff exists?” she asked aloud, though she wasn’t sure if she actually wanted someone to answer her.​

 

[Lilith Ilves]

Lilith was taking a walk on the first floor corridor, thinking about all the things she'd have to do before exams would be in a few weeks. There was so much to do and go through that her head was spinning most of the time. The second year was brought back from her own thoughts at the sight of a younger Gryffindor, who seemed horrified to say the least. Realising this was the first floor corridor where DADA took place she made the assumption the girl had just had one of those lessons. "What was the topic today? If it was the unforgivables I can tell you some of us don't find the knowledge anymore comforting than you do." The Ravenclaw gave a weak smile to the girl. It was about the time of the semester they had had that lesson and Lilith herself had been rather unwell, despite already knowing about some of them.