a/n ; let's ignore the fact that there technically should have been a full moon the first day back..
alsoo.. do you guys want vega to have a love interest?
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OF COURSE AS VEGA WENT DOWN FOR BREAKFAST THE LUNCH MORNING, THE FIRST THING SHE COULD HEAR WAS DRACO ENTERTAINING A LARGE GROUP OF SLYTHERINS, PRESUMABLY TELLING AND EXTREMELY FUNNY STORY.
of course, by the 'oo'ing come from draco and the dementor-like impressions, vega could assume the hilarious playthrough he was going through.
sitting down at the gryffindor table, vega hums slightly. she had had an exceptional sleep the night before, having finally had a proper bed and plush mattress to rest on.
"new third-year course schedules" seamus, a boy in vega's year with sandy hair said, passing her a sheet of paper.
nodding a thanks, vega peers down at her schedule, pursing her lips slightly.
some new subjects today.. divination first..
after a bacon and eggs breakfast, vega made her way out of the great hall in search for the 'north tower'.
frowning slightly in confusion as she walks around, she pokes her head around.
north tower.. where in the hell is the north tower?
clicking her tongue slightly, she steps up to a painting of a knight.
right away, the knight extended a sword, shouting intensely, "villain! come I. scornat my fall, perchance? draw, you knaves, you dogs!"
vega tilts her head to the side slightly, "where's the north tower?"
the knight began brandishing his sword violently, hopping up and downin rage. but the sword was too long for him; a particularly wild swingmade him overbalance, and he landed facedown in the grass.
vega deadpans slightly, sighs and shrugs, walking off and leaving the portrait to sulk around.
after a little while more of walking, finally finding herself at a spiralled set of stairs.
sulking now herself, she rounds the stairs, eyes going hazy and head throbbing from the dizzy feeling, wobbling slightly on her steps.
hearing the light murmur of voices above, she sighed in relief, trudging up the final few steps and emerging onto a tiny landing, where most of the class was already assembled. there were no doors off this landing, but vega looked to the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque on it.
"'sibyll trelawney, divination teacher"' vega reads, murmuring to herself.
