provingwars
// just realized ambrose’s fc is also asa and now i’m embarrassed
also i left the mood of the scenario pretty neutral so you can do with it what you want
“What am I gonna do, Kipe?” Francis sighed, currently lying on his back in the Hufflepuff common room while stroking the soft feathers of his pet owl. He was a burrowing owl— not a strong enough flier to carry letters, more of a pet than a messenger. “This transfiguration thing is impossible.” At the sudden knock at the door, the boy frowned, sitting up— but the only person who’d come knocking at this hour was Corvus. He got up, letting Kipe perch on his shoulder as he made his way over and opened the door. “Corvus? What’s going on?”
Starry_Black_Raven
@forgottenbrothers Corvus followed Francis, a smile and truly eased feeling at being on something comfortable. Don't get him wrong, the Ravenclaw beds were comfortable, and even if they weren't the Malfoys had more than enough to ensure their two sons have the best. Still, nothing quite beat Francis's room set up and a friendly company. He settled on a couch, propping his arm up and placing his head in the hand, listening to the response. He had to let out a short snorted chuckle at the comment about Harry, "I'd say that'd fit his vibe, eh? How is it by the way, between the two of you?" he imagined it'd be rather lonely, rough being the 'chosen one's' brother. He nodded after allowing himself to process his words, "I hope so.... I really do... I love Hogwarts, but if a war were to break out.... I dunno. It's terrifying, ya know? Fighting against people we know, seeing them /dîe/."
provingwars
Francis offered his friend a reassuring smile, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and leading him over to the soft couches and bean bags that sat askew around the room. He settled himself on a bean bag in front of the fire, humming to himself as he stroked Kipe’s feathers. “I understand,” he said thoughtfully, listening and allowing a little frown to form on his face. “I don’t think so,” he ventured. “I mean, this is Hogwarts. Dumbledore would put a stop to any of that before it could get started. Besides, I thought Harry was supposed to be the one with the prophetic dreams.” He laughed, a little bitterly, in the wake of his own comment, stretching out like a cat and lying on his back on the bean bag. “I’m sure everything will be fine.”
Starry_Black_Raven
@forgottenbrothers //XD it definitely is pretty funny Corvus's smile widened a tiny bit at the assurance that coming here was alright. It made him feel a lot better. He nodded, immediately taking the invitation inside, not wanting to be caught and get in trouble on top of everything else going on. He looked over to Frankie at the question, seeming to hesitate before sighing, "Just seems like everything's going downhill.... ya know? None of these tears have felt /right/," he paused again, "I've been having dreams.... bad ones.... about a war... you don't think it's gonna come to that, right?"
