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@obscuorus
                          just a feeling.  you get that too,  don’t you?  that things just aren’t right.  all the professors are on edge,  and ron’s a lot more fidget-y.  like,  more so than usual.    [maybe this was more creepy,  in comparison to being more observant.  however,  smara has been watching around and it made his own chest tighten.  only slightly.]    i might just be reading into things,  it’s a bad habit.  don’t take what i said to heart alright?  it’s not serious.

@botanies   *   his posture remained steady, unmoving, even as the other drew closer.  alexei held his gaze however, curiosity flickering across his sharp features like a shadow.  truth be told, he’d had a gut feeling about this for some time now — a quiet tension coiling in his chest, urging him to stay vigilant.  ever since his family had moved, he’d grown increasingly wary, his instincts sharper, his guard higher.   the fact that his father and professor snape  shared a history—one steeped in all the wrong reasons—only added fuel to his unease.  it was enough to keep him on edge, watching snape’s every move, dissecting every word with an almost predatory precision.   *      and why do you believe that?

@obscuorus 
                          i suppose that is the case.  though there’s no use in trying to wonder,  snape might have our heads if we aren't focused on our work by the time he returns.    [he whispers in return,  leaning forward so nobody could catch onto their small conversation.  smara's brows knit together,]    but if you ask me,  seems like things are gonna go down.

@serpnsortia   *  NO!! Enough is enough 

/    nooooo aha another one

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@starsnovel  [he slowly stepped forward then,  still behind her but close enough to pull her back just in case the sirens wanted to test his reflexes.   it’s not that he didn’t particularly like them,   he was indifferent.but the bias stories may’ve had some kind of power over his thoughts.   they /were/ dangerous after all] just be careful..  

@martyir,    [    a hum gently escapes past her lips,  she kneels down to the little creatures and unlike the harsh exterior and reputation they have.  the sirens would not speak like humans would,  instead  they smile and chirp to her.  both the men and women,    ]    they won't hurt you.

@starsnovel  right.. [that’s enough to have him on edge. especially at their compliments, which he could only believe meant that they were hungry for him,  in more ways than one]   Sirens..

@martyir,     [     and she follows him,  wide—eyed with interest sparked in her gaze.  following with him as a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.    ]    we should let them be at peace,  if they’ve been hidden for all these years.  shouldn’t they be kept there?  but   ..to know that more of them are alive,  it’s a miracle.  your fire guides you,  nattie.  

@starsnovel   what?    no, no, no. no one..  saw me—— wonnie!    [hands would reach for both of hers, guiding her to sit with him on the loft]   it was me and goldbyrne,     i don’t know what got into him but he was just..    /flying/ and when he did?      these dragons just started showing up!     new dragons,    dragon’s we’ve never seen!   ..    there was one with four wings, wonnie.     do you know what this means for us??

@martyir,    dragons?  nattie,  just—     where did you go?  did anyone see you go.

@martyir,     [    a small laugh escapes past her lips,  hand covering her mouth as her back leans against the rails.  gently rocking on the soles of her feet,    ]    only some,  but most of them are over the bad blood between the beowulfs and the fairies.  although i think last time the rinnicks wanted your feet.  something about how they’d be good to walk with,    [   another giggle follows,    ]    obviously,  i told them no.

@starsnovel  [he had missed home.  his real home. and this was it,  what he had known all his life until he was fourteen,   back then he didn’t even know the dragon world existed—-or that dragons existed in general.      sighing softly into the night,  his arms drape over the railing.  staring off towards the city.     it’s been a while since he sat on the roof of some building,  too.  just looking at things..   watching the lights]  the fairies?       ..  thought they wanted my blood?     or was that the rinnicks

@martyir,    quite.  i've never ventured in the city before,  it's different.  bustling,  yet exciting.    [    the girl spoke,  and for the first time it seemed less in riddles and well—articulate.    ]    it's endearing in it's own qualities,  perhaps i'll show you the faerie's cove when we return to the school.  the fairies have been quite curious of you.

@maniaduna,    they're skeptical because you're a beowulf,  nattie.  or perhaps it's because you're handsome.    [    she lightly adds at the end,  in hopes to calm whatever nerves is threatening to bubble out from underneath him.    ]    but understand,  that the goblin will not harm you.  in fact,  they all took care of me when i was taken.  come here,  sit down.  it's rather comfortable.

@starsnovel   sure.. kind.  [and he’d watch the goblin move about his hut with skeptical eyes, taking the opportunity to look around himself.  jars full of animal skulls and other things certainly caught his eye..   that and wha the hopes was a heart of an animal]     where do you even find these people?

@maniaduna,     how could we not?  he is very kind,  nate.    [    a pause,  but she beams up at the king nevertheless.  a grin that stretched across her features as her head tilts.    ]

@maniaduna,    [    nate didn't have to be so worried.  creating conversation?  anong could very well fill those gaps.  if nate was scared?  she would act as his guiding light,  but he was bright enough to light the way on his own despite how he personally felt.    ]    yes,  i ate some rice with a bit of bok choy.    [   she falls silent,    ]    nate.    [   almost stern,    ]     have you eaten yourself?  the sun isn't illuminating on you anymore.  something pesters you today,  is it the homework?

@starsnovel   just..   trying to make conversation   [he leaned back in his wooden chair,  tapping  his pen against the table. the scent of old books and ink would eventually give him a headache——just as they always did. he’d looked her way through the strands of his bangs, before lifting his shoulders to stretch the idle muscles]    did you eat?

@maniaduna,     [    she hums quietly.  whisked away by her thoughts that carry her far off.  if she could,  anong would really have her head all the way up in the clouds.  the girl's head tilts a little,  weighing her response before a smile stretches.    ]    yes,  why wouldn't i be?  that's unlike you,  to be so worried.