Adhara's knee was nervously bouncing with her feet tapping against the floor. Her quill rapping against the wood of her History of Magic desk. Inwardly pleading for the lesson to be over soon just so she wouldn't have to resist the urge to fall asleep across the desk.
She didn't have the slightest indication about what the ghost was saying, Adhara had tried to listen to him for as long as she possibly could but as soon as the date 1782 came out his mouth she drifted off into her own thoughts.
Binns may be a ghost but Adhara could study every book in the library and learn everything she possibly could for her O.W.L.s. It was a shame, maybe with a good professor it would have been her favourite lesson.
Luckily her uncle Ted took History of Magic while he was in school so whenever Adhara had a question professor Binns couldn't answer she owled him, his answer would be waiting for her at breakfast the next morning.
Callisto and Rowan detested the subject due to being taught by a ghost. Adhara was quite sure they hardly attended the class with the exception of the very few times professor Flitwick forced them to.
Adharas eyes were fluttering shut when chairs started scraping against the floor and chattering spreading throughout the room. Glancing around, Adhara had missed Binns' dismissal.
Grabbing her bag, throwing it over her shoulder rushing towards the door.
Adhara was starved and craving a pumpkin pasty along with a cheering up from Rowan and Callisto.
All morning Adhara hadn't been in any classes with Rowan and Callisto; it's why she loathed Thursday mornings. No brother or best friend to annoy her, and Hannah had been ill during the night so she didn't attend any lessons this morning. So Adhara had been left on her own.
To make it even more dreadful her, rather unpleasant, cousin had been forced to work with her during Transfiguration. Adhara noticed he was quite different then previous years, no longer was he as arrogant or sure of himself.
He still scowled at Potter and muttered the odd comment under his breath but unlike other years he didn't glare at Adhara. She thought he might have smiled at her briefly before his face turned blank. A mask. Andromeda always told her that she grew up wearing a mask, being told to never show any sort of emotion.
Adhara felt pity for her cousin, though he was an absolute prick, no one deserves to be taught by their own parents to not show emotion.
She shudders at the thought that could have been her and Callisto in his position. Her twin brother hated the mere thought of how they would have grown up if their biological parents hadn't gone to Azkaban, yet Adhara couldn't help but think of the horror.
Cold marble floors, drowned in fabric, sitting around a dinner table in silence, no affection, no bedtime stories, forbidden to climb into each other's beds and share sweets, no laughing until their stomachs hurt. Nothing that would ever make them family.
The only good thing their parents ever did for them was not being there.
Snatching a pasty off her brother's plate while she sits down, sheepishly smiling at the poor girl next to her brother, she accidentally knocked before, mumbling an apology.
"Oi!"
Adhara smacked her brother's hand away, quickly taking a bite of the pumpkin pasty, sticking her tongue out at her brother childishly once she's finished. Rowan let out an amused sound as he watched them both.
"Bitch," Callisto muttered, glaring at his sister. Adhara smiled innocently at him, "What was that Cal?"
"Nothing."
