⊱CIENNA & EYLIR & TRINITY
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It was an odd atmosphere in the Gryffindor Tower. Eylir, who had guarded Cienna, Clare, Adam, and Dean, escorted the snake back to his hole in the dungeon. Then he personally made sure the Gryffindors made it back to their tower safely. Upon arrival, the Norse wizard was told that Mr. Powell had been called back to the Ministry to settle some affairs. This left the lions completely unprotected, so taking a step up, Eylir volunteered to set up shop in the lion common room. It would be an interesting night. After calming his students down Eylir assured them that they were completely safe within the common room and with him there, there was nothing to fear. And with that, the lions went to bed.
Early the next morning, the Ancient Runes Professor was sitting in one of the many plush chairs thrown about the Gryffindor Common Room, staring into the flickering flames in the fireplace. It had been a long sleepless night for the Norse Wizard, but well worth it to know that his students were safe. It seemed as if Laurie Roberts had stayed in the Common Room all night as well, so at least it wasn’t exactly as lonely a night as one might think. As the first lions began to trickle into the common room, dressed in darker colors to mark the mourning for their fallen Potions’ Professor, Eylir got to his feet and stretched grandly. He had hardly moved all night, so his bones were pretty stiff, but he didn’t let that damper his spirits too much. “Alright, I’ll be escorting you down to the Great Hall for breakfast. This way.” And with that, Eylir pushed through the portrait door to the exterior halls.
Toward the back of the crowd of hungry and anxious lions, their Head Girl made sure the stragglers kept with the group. Cienna was dressed for a funeral, if ever there was that type of getup, for she had seen the horrors of the gore straight from the mind of their current protector. It was a completely chilling sight, one that Cienna never hoped to see again. But during dark times, death was a horrible truth that would always come to pass. It was a sad fact of life. Glancing back towards the upper dorms, Cienna knew there would be some stragglers that were moping in bed still; some couldn’t bare the thought of a murder happening in their beloved school. Shaking her head slightly at an attempt to clear the saddens from the air, the Gryffindor Head Girl headed down to the Great Hall with the majority of the lions in tow. In the Great Hall, the lions lined up and down their perspective table in solemn silence, not really speaking except in hushed whispered. Cienna took her place in the center of the table, so that she might keep an eye on most of the younger lions: A Sheppard tending her Sheep. Not too far away, Trini and Alex were conversing…
The Night Before:
Trinity had gone to bed with a multitude of mixed feelings. The night before, which started out in the most wonderful way possible, ended in disaster. First, Trini had finally worked up the courage to asked Marius to the dance, and he actually accepted her invitation. The Gryffindor Beater had been pining after the Head Boy for quite a few weeks, so this was almost a dream come true. But half way through the evening, Marius had relayed to her horrible news: that he was going to be traveling abroad with his mother again, and would be leaving Hogwarts for good. Being completely distraught, Trinity ran from the ball, not even bothering to spend the rest of the evening with him. She knew a lost cause when she saw one, and there was no use trying to convince him otherwise. The night was cool and crisp, but not ungodly so; this made it easy for the Beater to run all the way to Hogsmeade, and into the Three Broomsticks. Seeing as most of the patrons inside the Three Broomsticks were either the occupants of the wizarding village itself, a brilliantly dressed girl kind of stuck out like a sore thumb. So much so that it seemed another stranger had the purple clad lion in his sights; in fact, he made a move to speak with her almost the instant he saw her run past. It was a dark boy with a dark past, but perhaps the past could be erased.
And then after a strange night down in the Three Broomsticks, the lioness returned to the castle only to be faced with the horrid news of their potions’ professor being brutally murdered. It had been a strange, wonderful, yet horrible evening. It was quite difficult to explain exactly how she felt as she climbed into bed.
Now:
Trinity was shaken awake by her roommate, teammate, and best friend early the next morning in order to get ready for Professor Kincaid’s memorial service. With a light groan, the Beater slowly got up and around for the mournful day; it seemed even the heavens were weeping for the loss of such a great man. Shuffling her way over to the wardrobe at the base of her bed, Trini picked out the perfect black outfit to commemorate the event at hand. A black leotard, with a black skirt over top of it would work nicely, and a white shawl over top, white tights, and black boots to finish the outfit off. Sighing as she finished her attire, Trini looked gloomily over at Alex as the two silently decided that they were ready to head down to the Great Hall together. Once there, the two sat down not too far away from their Head Girl, who seemed to be sitting in solitude and mourning.
Trinity sighed before she looked over at her best mate, who had asked how the Beater had slept the night before. Shaking her head slightly from side to side, Trini poured herself a hot mug of tea to fight of the chill of the morning from her bones. “Not the best. Though I had some good memories last night, they were over shadowed by the grizzly events.” Her voice was quiet, as were most of the voices around the usually bustling Great Hall. It seemed as if everyone where talking in hushed whispers out of respect for the fallen, just as it should be. “What about you, did you sleep well? Or at all?” It wasn’t a silly question at all, for she feared that most of the students, the ones who were still attending school at Hogwarts, didn’t sleep a wink last night.
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