Whether Millie could see it from her position in her book, Anne stuck her tongue out all the same. Turning her face to meet her friend, the sly grin on Anne's face spelled nothing but mischief. "Oh, and when in Transfiguration did you learn to turn Hunter from a grimy boy into a prince?" Anne took the easy shot, anticipating Millie turning brighter red than the Gryffindor crest. Anne gave a wag of her eyebrows, daring Millie to push her tongue further. Of course, outside of their little bubble, Anne would hex anyone that so much as looked at Millie wrong. Anne could tease her friend, but that was a friend privilege. Merlin help anyone that crossed the 'rude' line with Millie in Anne's presence. Seeing Millie reach for her necklace was all the clue Anne needed to play nicer, remembering she wasn't the only one with worries.
Her mother's voice invaded and reminded Anne that she had manners and wasn't raised in a barn. She was young and able and didn't need to be sprawled out over the table. Anne hated that she listened to her 'mum voice' even when no one was around to tattle. Bloody hell, if this was growing up - constant subconscious reminders to 'behave' - Anne wanted a way out; preferably not another spell or potion to memorize. She shook her head as Millie looked over her notes. "No, I need potions." Anne didn't need to say whether personally or professionally; potions were just part of who Anne was now, and she was good at them. It was the OWL she was least concerned with."Alchemy's like potions and transfiguration together, but written in runes." Anne made a face at the last bit, still bitter she didn't know better when she chose her electives. "History of Magic can bury itself with Merlin for all I care and Muggle Studies is pointless. I think I'm stuck in Herbology, which is ridiculous. What am I going to do, carry around fanged geraniums and throw them at dark wizards?" Anne scoffed, even though the idea seemed like a delightful prank.
Anne grumbled and shoved her notes away, arms now firmly crossed. "What about you? Do you know what you want to take next term?" Anne refused to acknowledge the ultimatum hanging over her friend. She would not survive sixth year without her best friend. Absolutely not.
Her mother's voice invaded and reminded Anne that she had manners and wasn't raised in a barn. She was young and able and didn't need to be sprawled out over the table. Anne hated that she listened to her 'mum voice' even when no one was around to tattle. Bloody hell, if this was growing up - constant subconscious reminders to 'behave' - Anne wanted a way out; preferably not another spell or potion to memorize. She shook her head as Millie looked over her notes. "No, I need potions." Anne didn't need to say whether personally or professionally; potions were just part of who Anne was now, and she was good at them. It was the OWL she was least concerned with."Alchemy's like potions and transfiguration together, but written in runes." Anne made a face at the last bit, still bitter she didn't know better when she chose her electives. "History of Magic can bury itself with Merlin for all I care and Muggle Studies is pointless. I think I'm stuck in Herbology, which is ridiculous. What am I going to do, carry around fanged geraniums and throw them at dark wizards?" Anne scoffed, even though the idea seemed like a delightful prank.
Anne grumbled and shoved her notes away, arms now firmly crossed. "What about you? Do you know what you want to take next term?" Anne refused to acknowledge the ultimatum hanging over her friend. She would not survive sixth year without her best friend. Absolutely not.
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