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((Professors, there’s quite a few of us in this RP so would be grateful if you let us get it going a bit before you bust this hehe))
After polishing off the most enormous meal of her life, the last thing Susie felt like doing was going to bed. You weren’t supposed to lie down too soon after eating, were you? Gave you indigestion, or reflux, or something like that. Susie couldn’t remember - but she did remember the advice her aunt had once given her after a particularly indulgent Christmas lunch. The best thing after a big meal, she’d said, was a nice, gentle walk.
Admittedly, she’d gone for a walk, and had made her feel worse, but that wasn’t the point. Advice like that got passed down through generations; it had been helpful once, for at least one person, and perhaps one day it would be helpful for Susie as well. She wouldn’t know if she didn’t try.
She nibbled on a bowl of cranberries, the drone of the professor’s instructions just background noise. Every now and then her ears tuned in to pick up something important, such as, ‘Follow your prefects up to your common rooms,’ and, ‘Try not to fall behind.’ The second part was especially significant. Unlike the first, it was more of a suggestion than an instruction, and it fuelled an idea that had been kindling for several minutes. Adults were good at that. A great many of Susie’s ideas would never have come to her if adults stopped talking a little bit sooner. She had to give them credit.
The mass of first years began to move. Susie made sure to keep to the edge of it; the back was too suspicious, and the front too visible. Thankfully, the torches in the entrance hall provided dim light and animated the shadows everywhere. It was easy to slip away and into a dark niche. She pressed herself as far back as she could, praying the bright yellow crest on her robes wasn’t about to betray her.
After polishing off the most enormous meal of her life, the last thing Susie felt like doing was going to bed. You weren’t supposed to lie down too soon after eating, were you? Gave you indigestion, or reflux, or something like that. Susie couldn’t remember - but she did remember the advice her aunt had once given her after a particularly indulgent Christmas lunch. The best thing after a big meal, she’d said, was a nice, gentle walk.
Admittedly, she’d gone for a walk, and had made her feel worse, but that wasn’t the point. Advice like that got passed down through generations; it had been helpful once, for at least one person, and perhaps one day it would be helpful for Susie as well. She wouldn’t know if she didn’t try.
She nibbled on a bowl of cranberries, the drone of the professor’s instructions just background noise. Every now and then her ears tuned in to pick up something important, such as, ‘Follow your prefects up to your common rooms,’ and, ‘Try not to fall behind.’ The second part was especially significant. Unlike the first, it was more of a suggestion than an instruction, and it fuelled an idea that had been kindling for several minutes. Adults were good at that. A great many of Susie’s ideas would never have come to her if adults stopped talking a little bit sooner. She had to give them credit.
The mass of first years began to move. Susie made sure to keep to the edge of it; the back was too suspicious, and the front too visible. Thankfully, the torches in the entrance hall provided dim light and animated the shadows everywhere. It was easy to slip away and into a dark niche. She pressed herself as far back as she could, praying the bright yellow crest on her robes wasn’t about to betray her.