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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Meeting of the Minds'/Monday, 25th September/Lunch
Location: Great Hall/Outside
Open To: Soren Sigurd
Currently Involving: Avery, Soren
It was all getting really confusing. Things had been happening to Avery and her friends throughout the week, and she was starting to feel the strain. Something was coming. Or maybe someone. Whatever it is, she was sure that it could only be bad news for them.
Sitting all alone at the Gryffindor table, she poked her untouched pie with her fork, having lost her appetite. She had promised Erik she would visit him for a talk, but she had woken up late on Sunday and lost all will to meet anybody. Then the news had appeared in the Daily Prophet about his brother. Killed. As she thought about it, she could feel a sense of uneasiness welling up in the pit of her stomach, knowing that she would need to see Erik soon, but what could she say to him?
Avery placed the fork down, deciding that lunch was not going to be, after all, and tugged her long brown hair behind her ears. As she took a sip from her goblet, she felt, rather than heard or saw, someone behind her.
Location: Great Hall/Outside
Open To: Soren Sigurd
Currently Involving: Avery, Soren
It was all getting really confusing. Things had been happening to Avery and her friends throughout the week, and she was starting to feel the strain. Something was coming. Or maybe someone. Whatever it is, she was sure that it could only be bad news for them.
Sitting all alone at the Gryffindor table, she poked her untouched pie with her fork, having lost her appetite. She had promised Erik she would visit him for a talk, but she had woken up late on Sunday and lost all will to meet anybody. Then the news had appeared in the Daily Prophet about his brother. Killed. As she thought about it, she could feel a sense of uneasiness welling up in the pit of her stomach, knowing that she would need to see Erik soon, but what could she say to him?
Avery placed the fork down, deciding that lunch was not going to be, after all, and tugged her long brown hair behind her ears. As she took a sip from her goblet, she felt, rather than heard or saw, someone behind her.