- ᴀ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Draco lifts his head up, shooting a glance towards his left to the witch staring shamelessly at him, his pale eyes settling on her, grunting irritably,
"Do you ever mind your own business?"
Oonagh pondered silently, tuc...
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𝕺onagh nibbles on her lips to prevent herself from humming, resting her chin on her hand as she listens to the bright ideas.
They had decided to shed some light on a very awful and tragic situation. In their last Herbology lesson, Hannah had been taken out by Mcgongall, and with her grave face, they all immediately felt their hearts fall to their stomachs. They knew exactly what that meant.
Soon, the entire school had heard that her mother was found dead by aurors at the hands of Death Eaters, and the last time they saw their friends was when she was packing up her things to leave.
So, Oonagh, Susan, Lily and Megan decided they would put together a little package of Hannah's favourite things to send home, just to let her know they're thinking of her and her family. Of course they understand it wouldn't necessarily help, there was nothing they could do to help, but they wanted to do this for her anyway.
"We should definitely put some sweets in there, fizzing whizbees, sugar quills, oh and lots of chocolate frogs, she loves those" Megan remembers, Lily scribbling furiously on to the list they had started with items to collect, Susan peering towards Oonagh, asking,
"Could you get the sweets, Oonagh? Aren't you friendly with Ambrosius?"
The Irish witch huffs out a small laugh at the recollection of the friendliness between her and the owners of Honeydukes. Ambrosius and his wife had always taken most kindly to Oonagh when she pops in, throwing in an extra few sweets free of charge. Apparently her confusing, Kerry accent is charming.
From the list, Megan has already said she could knit some cosy, colourful socks, Lily could easily find some nice hair and body products and Susan the flowers. Oonagh had thought about offering to find some alcohol, but she's not entirely sure that promotes self care in these troubled times.
"I can, but I think you'll be in Honeydukes before me. I'm banned from the trip" She answers breezily, playing with a loose thread from her sweater when the three girls turn to her incredulously, Lily exclaiming,
"How have you gotten band from the first one already?!"
Megan swats her arm when her voice echoes off the bookshelves and walls of the library they were in, and when many judging and scolding heads turned their way. As any could imagine, grouping in the library had not been Oonagh's suggestion, in fact she went to great lengths trying to persuade them that their common room would be perfectly fine for this, but she was overruled.
Apparently there's something about being in the library that brings wisdom and creative thoughts. Bullshit if you ask her, all the library gives you is a scratchy throat from the dust and tingly shivers from the eerie silence.
They glanced around, shooting apologetic looks to anyone they could have disturbed, leaning closer together and dropping their voices down to whispers as Susan repeats confusedly,
