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Emilia Wright for Jude Wright. Casually alienating offspring since 18882.
Separating was also not a great idea, though they weren't doing great at staying together anyway. If she were to volunteer to be the human sacrifice.. well... Hogsmeade had plenty of debutantes anyway...

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Hitching A Ride
7th September, 1888 — A Lower Level Corridor
The students had settled into their first week of classes, and Aubrey had settled into the vastness of The Castle once again. He was determined this year would be his last. But if he wanted that, he had to be brave. Shake off the hedgehog, and be the Gryffindor. Today was Friday and a Big Day. Today, he was going to hitch a ride.

His jailkeeper was in class, and Aubrey had hidden away this morning so he didn't get stuffed in a pocket, but now he had scurried out of the Slytherin dungeons and along a corridor or two, hoping to make it to the library, where he could continue His Research and maybe nibble on some dust mites. But there were stairs involved if he wanted to get there, and for the last ten years, stairs had been a struggle.

But not for him, because he Knew What To Do. The approaching footsteps reverberated down the hallway, Aubrey's heartbeat racing as they got closer closer closer - NOW! He launched himself forwards from the corner, leaping with all the power he had and using his tiny claws to try and latch on to the tail of a student's robes without them noticing.
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Archer couldn't believe that it had only been a week since classes had started. He still found himself overwhelmed by how large the castle was, and the crowds of boisterous peers that seemed to pop up around every turn. He found himself seeking solace in either the library or the owelry for at least a shred of quiet to allow himself to recharge.

It was for that reason why he wandered the lower levels alone after he had spilled out of Potions class with everyone else. While they all headed in one direction, he had chosen another so that he wouldn't be jostled about, and he could fully process all of the information that had been thrown at them. He very much enjoyed Potions, but it was a class he was terrified he would be a failure at.

Archer passed Aubrey at a slow speed, so it was likely fairly easy for him to hitch a ride on the bottom of his robes. The boy didn't notice he suddenly had acquired a hedgehog companion, his thoughts elsewhere for the moment. He headed toward the stairs and started to climb them, hoping to head somewhere less populated, or, at least, quiet.

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The boy he'd chosen was small. (For a giant, in a world of more giant giants.) To Aubrey, of course, he was mighty tall, and a much better conduit to getting up those ridiculous stairs.

Where are you going, Aubrey wondered, as he began to be pulled along on the hem of his robes like it was a flying carpet. The boy was not a Slytherin, which was good: he wouldn't be going straight back to the Common Room, aha! The library would be best. Maybe a classroom - Transfiguration was his favourite. The grounds were always good. Even if the child wandered right back to their own common room, Aubrey wouldn't much mind: anything to escape his jailer for an evening.

There wasn't a great deal of time to mull it over, because the stair-climbing had begun and the ride was getting bumpier. Loath to find himself falling off (and rolling all the way down, in a ball - fun, but only when it was on purpose), Aubrey got a little more daring, and edged forwards to try and latch himself to the back of the boy's leg, like an abnormally large and extra prickly burr.

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