Overwhelming Thoughts

[Lilyanna Hope]

Lilyanna's seventh year was almost over and the Slytherin could feel herself slowly becoming overwhelmed with the whole idea of it. It meant that she was going to have to venture out into the real world soon and try her best not to rely on her sessions with Andrew anymore, which she knew was not going to last much longer. It was a big step, almost as big as stepping into Hogwarts in her first year, and she wasn't sure how it was going to turn out which was what scared her the most. The prefect had not had the best week. She couldn't help but think about what she was going to do in the future whilst also trying to focus on the present and getting herself good grades that she could graduate with. All of her overwhelming thoughts had eventually accumulated and Lilyanna found herself wandering aimlessly out to the Quidditch Pitch, salty tears streaming down her face as she just let her feet take her to wherever they took her. She helplessly wandered around as many thoughts flew through her head, glad that no one seemed to be at the Quidditch Pitch to see her as she was. If there were, her mind was spinning too fast for her to notice.

 

[Professor Grace Holland]

Grace had spent the first semester planning her lessons for the first years and teaching them to fly every saturday, but in the second semester she wasn’t actually teaching a class. The young woman was itching to get back to teaching, as it was something she had found she really enjoyed. For next year, she was planning to ask the headmistress for permission to offer some extra flying or quidditch classes for students who wanted more depth, or maybe students who hadn’t mastered the basics in their first year and wanted to get better at it. She was still working out how to propose it to the headmistress, but she thought the idea had merit. As of now, she spent most of her time working out her curriculum for next year and keeping up the Quidditch Pitch neat and tidy. Some students wanted to use the supplies for individual training, but it wasn’t always put back as neatly as it should be. Grace carried a few broomsticks out of the shed, ones that were in dire need of some care before they would be used again next semester. But after she closed the door to the supply shed behind her clumsily, she noticed a girl nearby. One she didn’t know. It was strange to Grace to think that she was staff and this girl was a student, when they couldn’t be more than two years apart in age. With the first years it was easier, but here she really wasn’t sure what to do for a moment. But it was clear this girl was upset, and Grace worked at the school so it was her duty to help students in any way she could. She placed the broomsticks on the ground because carrying them while talking to this girl would probably be awkward, then headed over to her. “Hello? Are you hurt? Can I help you? Should I get someone?" She asked, looking the girl over in case it would reveal the source of the tears. She knew a few healing spells, but if there was anything physically wrong contacting a nurse would be a much safer bet.