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Sage doesn't regret not choosing to take Care of Magical Creatures. An indoorsy type is our Sage, and she'd much rather be in the clutches of the castle than wandering the grounds in late autumn. She's just come out of Ancient Runes (Hermione's disappeared again)(she keeps doing that lately)(Sage just doesn't say anything) when Ripley comes sprinting towards her, stopping so suddenly that she almost bowls Sage over.
"Okay, so guess what's happened that's made my life twenty times better?" She asks.
"That fit boy you've been making eyes at has asked you out?"
Ripley scowls. "No. Malfoy's been scratched by a hippogriff and he's acting like a great big wuss about it. I think he fainted onto Hagrid. Pansy was fawning over him like the stupid thing she is. Me and Stevie and Pedro absolutely lost the plot, it was so funny."
(Pedro is the fit boy Ripley has been making eyes at) (Sage doesn't really see anything in him) (like, yeah, she's a lesbian) (but she can appreciate a pretty boy when she sees one) (the only thing she sees in Pedro are Ripley's falling standards)
"Oh, yeah," Sage answers, a bit distracted by the sight of a rather large black bird rapping it's beak against the window beside them. "Look at this daft bird."
"You could at least pretend to care about what I'm saying, you cow," Ripley grumbles. "It's just a bird. Birds are weird."
"Birds aren't weird," Sage murmurs. Then they set off to collect Stevie from class.
But the bird won't go away. It hops from window to window, continuously tapping on the glass panes.
"Come look at this daft bird, Stevie," Sage calls when they find the redheaded girl near the Muggle Studies classroom. "It's been following us from downstairs."
"Hmm," says Stevie, tilting her head sideways and adjusting her glasses to peer at the bird. "Weird."
"That's what I said," Ripley butts in. "But that doesn't matter. What does matter is-"
"Draco getting half of his arm ripped off by a hippogriff," Stevie finishes for her. "I know. Daphne found me and had a shout about it on her way to the hospital wing with Pansy."
"It's the best thing that's ever happened to me," Ripley sighs dreamily, "And I wish I could bottle up this memory and keep it forever to watch back when I'm feeling sad."
"Yeah, we get it," Stevie snickers. "You're obsessed with seeing him in pain."
Ripley turns pink and she crosses her arms. "Shut up, Marks."
Sage rolls her eyes and loops her arms into the elbows of both her friends. She casts a glance to the bird, who, if it were a human, would have been giving her an exasperated look. But it's a bird, so it's just peering at her with it's head tilted to one side. It taps its beak against the glass again, but Sage ignores it.
