April 20th, 1890 - Slytherin Common Room
They were second years, and everything was different now. Flora's father was in a wheelchair, Ursula had almost died, and they were no longer the smallest people in the second year. Except.
They were second years, and everything was the same. The older students always got the best chairs and they were left to stake out a corner on the floor and hover like vultures, waiting to see if the older students left so that they could be the important people in the dungeon. That was what Sirius was doing, instead of working on his Potions homework - staring at the occupied chairs and waiting for someone to leave. He had his quill in his hand, but it hadn't moved for several minutes.
"I just want to be a third year," he complained, "Then we get to go on Hogsmeade weekends."
Flora Mulciber
They were second years, and everything was the same. The older students always got the best chairs and they were left to stake out a corner on the floor and hover like vultures, waiting to see if the older students left so that they could be the important people in the dungeon. That was what Sirius was doing, instead of working on his Potions homework - staring at the occupied chairs and waiting for someone to leave. He had his quill in his hand, but it hadn't moved for several minutes.
"I just want to be a third year," he complained, "Then we get to go on Hogsmeade weekends."