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On the day before Hogsmeade, everything was dark. When Eleanor peeled back the curtains of their dorm to see the castle wrapped in a thick blanket of fog, she knew it would be one of those mysterious, suffocating kind of days. The sky, heavy with the most depressing shade of grey, made the atmosphere seem drearier than it actually was.
Kathy peered over her shoulder to have a look at the weather, then tittered. "How morbid," she muttered. She had been hoping for snow as it had been forecasted for days now.
"I think it looks enchanting," said Eleanor. "Something out of a gothic novel."
"That's beautiful, Elle," Sierra said as she wandered out the bathroom, her strawberry blonde hair tied into two braids and embellished with pastel yellow ribbons. "You should write some of the things you say down. They really are worth reading."
Eleanor's lips curved into a small smile. "Don't make me blush."
"More like don't make her ego bigger," Monica said flatly, taking her usual seat at the windowsill. A cigarette was already in her hand. "That's if it even can."
"There's always room," Eleanor replied.
Kathleen glared at the cigarette in Monica's hand. "What satisfaction do you gain from inhaling smoke?" she asked, bitterly.
"Self-destruction."
"Are you two not tired of this argument yet?" Sierra sighed, hands on hips.
"Not until she realises that nothing good comes out of smoking."
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to stub this out on you."
Kathy gasped in horror. "You wouldn't."
Monica's lip curled upwards as she took another drag.
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Potions had become easier for Eleanor to sit through. Whenever Fred spoke, she still had the urge to punch both him and herself in the face, but it wasn't as strong as before. Strangely, she found herself hoping that Fred would be next to her. It was a weird sensation, to hope someone she had loathed for as long as she had known would be near her. Eleanor couldn't find a word to describe it, which infuriated her to levels she couldn't explain. She hated not knowing things.
Fred was insufferable to sit next to, really. He was annoying, never knew what he was doing and always copied Eleanor's test answers. Yet when he started a conversation, Eleanor always found herself enjoying it. You never knew what was going to come out of his mouth next, but it was always something both weird and wonderful. Talking with him was easy... maybe that's why she was somewhat fond of his presence.
