There was nothing of Seneca's dignity and grace in the way she had collapsed in her chair. Her right hand's fingers were clasping at the right side of her forehead, where she experienced the pain.
She didn't really care who Miss Gamp was writing to.
"Yes," she replied to the younger Slytherin. She hadn't really seen what potion Miss Gamp had picked from the cabinet but she trusted that Miss Mulciber wasn't so dumb as to have picked the wrong vial. They all had labels and everything.
Suddenly, she decided to withdraw to the bed chambers. Her headache wouldn't really pass if she was around the girls' chatter. After third-wheeling them for a bit, Seneca decided that they wouldn't talk about anything interesting that she would care to butt in to, like dueling spells. If that had been the case, she would have stayed to impose her knowledge onto them.
"I am going to bed," Seneca declared and she stood up from the armchair, which made her head pound in pain. "Have a good night, both, and try not to make too much noise."
With that, Seneca headed upstairs.
She didn't really care who Miss Gamp was writing to.
"Yes," she replied to the younger Slytherin. She hadn't really seen what potion Miss Gamp had picked from the cabinet but she trusted that Miss Mulciber wasn't so dumb as to have picked the wrong vial. They all had labels and everything.
Suddenly, she decided to withdraw to the bed chambers. Her headache wouldn't really pass if she was around the girls' chatter. After third-wheeling them for a bit, Seneca decided that they wouldn't talk about anything interesting that she would care to butt in to, like dueling spells. If that had been the case, she would have stayed to impose her knowledge onto them.
"I am going to bed," Seneca declared and she stood up from the armchair, which made her head pound in pain. "Have a good night, both, and try not to make too much noise."
With that, Seneca headed upstairs.