𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒.
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One of them, an amateur artist, is at her wit's end and often wonders what new thing shall take place each year.
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Having said goodbye to Noémie and bidding her a goodnight and after they had reached their common room. Carina and Hermione bid their two best friends goodnight. Hermione had suddenly reached forward, after the two boys went up the stairs, and grasped Carina's upper arm in a tight grasp thus prompting the black-haired girl to yelp out an, "Ow!" In return as the crazy-haired girl went on, pulling her harshly away to the privacy of their dorm room.
"What was that!?" Hermione hissed at Carina who merely furrowed her eyebrows.
"What was what?" Carina replied carefully pulling her arm away, rubbing it in a soothing manner.
"That!" Hermione gestured wildly with her hand at the innocent door. "With that— That French girl!"
"Oooh, you mean Noémie?"
"Yeah, Noe— Whatever her name is!!"
"That— That was nothing!" Carina chuckled frantically waving her hands in a dismissive manner, her face flushed. Hermione gritted her bucked teeth at the ravenette.
"You seem awfully fond of her." Hermione glared at the girl in front of her. "Too fond of her!"
Carina blinked in suprise. "Are you.. Jealous?" Carina asked, confused, her eyebrows furrowed in concern at her friend.
"WHAT!" Hermione shrieked in shock, becoming visibly scarlet in the face. Now, she was the one horribly rubescent in the face. "NO! Of— Of course not!"
"You sure?"
"I—!" The bushy-haired girl stammered. "Forget it Carina! Off to bed, let's go!"
Hermione turned around so fast, Carina thought that she'd get a whiplash, and the bushy-haired girl strutted off away so quickly to the bathroom harshly slamming the poor door shut once she was safely inside.
Carina simply shrugged, humming unbothered, taking off her school robes, beginning to get ready for bed.
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"Alastor Moody." The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher introduced himself.
Carina sat next to Harry in the Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ron next to Hermione. And they all watched as the grouchy man turned around to the blank chalkboard, beginning to write something, border-line aggressively on it. "Ex-Auror! Ministry malcontent." He turned back around to face the class who were deadly silent. "And your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?"
The class was still deadly silent as they all stared blankly at him.
He pursued his lips.
— "When it comes to the dark arts." He began slowly. "I believe in a more practical approach."
