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October 9th, 1890 — Hogwarts Library
Crystal was surprised at how fast the last month had gone. It felt like the year had just started, that she had watched the first years – for the last time – get sorted into their houses.

It hadn't taken long to get into a routine where she wasn't expecting to see Acacia at the Ravenclaw table. That's what she told herself, anyway, it had definitely taken her the better part of September to get used to not seeing her elder sister's face everyday.

Even stranger was the realisation that she wouldn’t have a close relationship with her new younger brother. With Mordecai starting Hogwarts next year, and her just finishing her seventh and half year at Hogwarts, they'd have four or five months out the year getting to know eachother.

Because of this fact, she was mildly upset (again) at the fact that the Ban had put her a solid year behind in her schooling. She could deal with any of the friends she'd made during her first four years were no longer at school. She could deal with failing Charms despite having a grandfather who taught the subject. What she didn’t want to deal with – but could, because she had no choice – was not getting to know Mordecai.

She was thankful, however, that she'd had extra time to decide what she had wanted to do after Hogwarts. Up until almost two years ago she hadn’t an inkling of what she'd wanted to do, and that would have put her firmly in her sixth year.

She frowned at what she was working on. The work load was so much more than she'd expected; it wasn't more than last years, but somehow, with everything that had happened over the summer, she'd forgotten how difficult NEWT courses were.

"Dunstan?" she was surprised when she looked up and saw her younger brother sitting across from her, also doing his schoolwork. "How long have you been sitting there?" she asked warily.

@Dunstan Ruskin/@Bragi Holm

MJ made the pretties
Term had begun with a vengeance, sudden and rainy and somewhat chaotic. From the journey on the Hogwarts Express, in which he'd caught up with old friends and discovered a few of them were finally starting to catch up to him in height, to the start-of-term feast, in which he'd applauded a new group of First Years as they were sorted into Ravenclaw. From his first night back in the dormitory, listening to owls hooting on the tower roof above, to breakfast the next day, when he'd received his Third Year timetable. It was all a lot. And his new classes, while fascinating, piled him with more homework than he could ever remember getting in previous years. All this resulted in the first weeks of term flying by like a Firebolt — and suddenly, it was October. The leaves were turning orange, and the drowsy Summer heat was beginning to ebb from the sprawling Grounds.

Dunstan liked this time of year. He looked out of the library window once more, watching a spider sleepily pick dewdrops from its silken web. Then he turned back to the book he was reading: Numerology and Grammatica. Arithmancy was a very interesting new subject he was taking, but it was also complex and required all his focus; to the point at which he was closed off to all else for quite a while before he was startled back to reality by a very familiar voice.

He blinked. Chrysanta — his blonde-haired Slytherin sister, now in Seventh Year — was sitting right across from him... apparently without either of them realising it. "Uh — about an hour. How long have you been sitting there?"

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Crystal was surprised at her brother's answer. Almost an hour. How had she not noticed him when she'd sat down to start on her studies? She'd registered someone sitting at the table when she had sat down, but hadn't noticed that had been her brother.

"About half an hour." If that long. She didn't think she'd been in the library that long, but she could be wrong. She could've been here longer, but she was certain it hadn't been more than fourty-five minutes.

"What subject are you working on?" she glanced down at her own Transfiguration essay she was planning on writing. Eventually. Soon. Maybe. She wasn't even sure where to begin.

@Dunstan Ruskin/@Bragi Holm

MJ made the pretties
Half an hour and she hadn't noticed her brother sitting there. Perhaps he was musing too deeply over a very innocent mistake — and after all, he'd been too immersed in his work to notice Chrysanta either — but... he'd felt like his older sisters had been a little distant lately. In February, to their eyes he had "come back from the dead" — but to Dun it had been just another day. They'd lost him, grieved for him, and started to move on. Perhaps that was why he felt more distant from them now than he had before. Or perhaps it was just part of growing up.

The fact that the family now had a new younger brother, Mordecai, also factored into the equation. Their step-brother was younger, more innocent, untouched by death. Dunstan would not judge his sisters if they felt an inclination to start anew with a younger model.

Thoughts getting away from him, Dun blinked, then looked back down at Numerology and Grammatica. "Arithmancy", he replied quietly. "It's one of my favourite new classes. Alright so it's not full of spectacular jinxes or explosive substances, but it's deep, you know? I get lost in it. In a good way."

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