aletheia's girls

[1] luck

(Logan's POV)

"I swear to Merlin, Rosalind, if you steal my painting quills one more time-"

"I'm sorry!" Rosalind exclaims, her pale face heating up. "I can't help it. Your quills are so much nicer than mine!"

Logan can't help but let out an exasperated chuckle. "They're exactly the same, Roz!"

Rosalind guffaws, leaving long, blue traces of paint on her mini canvas. The sun lights the white canvas perfectly, which Logan finds ironic. Roz was sure there would be better lighting on the other side of the lake, but Logan had made the argument that as the sun rose higher, the shadows would be in her way. The Ravenclaw quickly agreed, and voila, Logan got her favorite seat under her favorite tree by the lake.

"Well? What do you think? Which blue is going to bring out the silver tint in the water?"

Logan looks up from her book, only to see Rosalind has already moved on to a green color for her painting. Logan just laughs and shakes her head, amused by her friend's energetic antics. This is their daily ritual; after transfiguration in the morning, Logan and Rosalind skip lunch and sit outside by the black lake. Logan typically reads or works on Charms homework, and Rosalind either paints or continues to write her novel.

With one glance at the sun high in the sky, Logan knows that the two girls are running low on time. "We should get going," Logan grumbles, "We'll be late for class."

Rosalind sighs, but nods. "I still don't know how you can tell that just by the sun's position in the sky. I can pour over Divination texts for hours and still not get it at all."

Logan laughs, "Well at least you know your way around Charms! If I don't get this homework right, I'm totally screwed."

Rosalind giggles, offers to lend Logan her notes, and the two begin to pack up and make their way back into the castle.

With transfiguration on her mind, Logan begins the trek to the corresponding corner of the castle. She says goodbye to Rosalind, the Ravenclaw bound for Potions, with the promise of returning her Charms notes tomorrow morning. Hufflepuffs have Transfiguration with the Slytherins, so it's no surprise when a mob of green robes cuts her off on the way to class. Logan lets out an exasperated huff, but follows the crowd of excited 6th and 7th year Slytherins. They're all talking about the big Quidditch match taking place tomorrow night.

Logan eavesdrops, needing to know which house they'll be playing. She's always caught up on Hufflepuff's games, but sometimes misses the schedule for the other houses. She likes to pay special attention to Slytherin's game schedule.

...Gryffindor.

Ah, that's bound to be a fun game. Slytherin and Gryffindor's rivalry is by far the biggest in Hogwart's history - their games tend to be pretty dramatic and entertaining. Logan is determined to go, but it might take some convincing to get Rosalind in the stands.

Once Logan - and the mob of green - make it to the Transfiguration classroom, Logan takes her usual seat in the back of the class, sharing a table with her Hufflepuff friend Albert Treswell. Logan politely greets Albert, who perks up upon seeing her. His hair is dyed an extravagant shade of purple this week, complimenting his yellow-rimmed robes nicely.

"I like the new color," Logan laughs, admiring Albert's unruly hair.

Albert grins, "Thanks, love. Thought it might catch ole Mitchell's eye, but the bloke has yet to look my way at all today."

Logan laughs, "He doesn't know what he's missing out on."

"Don't I know it," Albert grumbles. "But he'll figure it out soon enough. I'm determined to kiss that boy if it's the last thing I do-"