Seneca directed her wand's light beam to Flora Mulciber's hall pass. She didn't really read it, before saying: "Good. I am rewarding you with five points, for being honest and punctual." Did Flora Muclbier actually need to be rewarded for doing what she was supposed to do anyway? If it wasn't a fellow Slytherin, Seneca would have thought to move redundant. But why not aid her house towards winning the house cup, if she could?
Finally, Seneca found the potion she had been looking for and she walked up towards the sofas by the fireplace, where the younger students were sitting. She vaguely understood that she was third-wheeling them, but they were in the common room and they couldn't make her leave. Besides, they could probably use some of Seneca's wisdom.
"I would say that it happens to anyone who actually uses their brain," Seneca commented. Wincing, she slouched back in her armchair and clasped the side to her forehead with her fingers, in the universal "I-have-a-headache" pose.
"Is it something related to your studies? Something I could help you with, perhaps?"
Finally, Seneca found the potion she had been looking for and she walked up towards the sofas by the fireplace, where the younger students were sitting. She vaguely understood that she was third-wheeling them, but they were in the common room and they couldn't make her leave. Besides, they could probably use some of Seneca's wisdom.
"I would say that it happens to anyone who actually uses their brain," Seneca commented. Wincing, she slouched back in her armchair and clasped the side to her forehead with her fingers, in the universal "I-have-a-headache" pose.
"Is it something related to your studies? Something I could help you with, perhaps?"