April 23rd, 1890 - Castle Grounds
Edison Moony
Edison Moony
Friends don't call you in the middle of the night
Couldn't even tell you why, they just felt like saying "hi"
Friends don't stand around, playing with their keys
Finding reasons not to leave, trying to hide the chemistry
Drive a little too slow, take the long way home
Get a little too close, we do, but friends don't, friends don't
Couldn't even tell you why, they just felt like saying "hi"
Friends don't stand around, playing with their keys
Finding reasons not to leave, trying to hide the chemistry
Drive a little too slow, take the long way home
Get a little too close, we do, but friends don't, friends don't
Sloane was still very much avoiding the common room these days. Though things with Cameron had come to some vague sort of resolution, she still wasn't ready to admit she couldn't just go back to the way things were last year. It still didn't feel right and it nagged at the back of her head, though she tried her best to ignore it. Unfortunately Sloane had a terrible habit of either unfocusing or hyper-focusing which meant she had a hard time letting go of the small details in life that perplexed her. Merlin she hated that.
So she still tended to frequent the pitch on her own as well as the grounds when she wasn't in the mood to fly or work on her quidditch moves. It wasn't often as she was rarely still, but today, she was simply laying flat on her back by the Black Lake watching the late afternoon clouds roll by and trying not think about silly teenage woes that she had no intention of dealing with today.
There was a different kind of practice she was working on, but frankly without a mirror didn't have a very good chance at telling if she was actually making anything different about her appearance, except by looking at the ends of her braid to see if she was intentionally making her hair turn a different color or if she was just getting frustrated. Quidditch practice always made her better, but she still had zero control over her metamorphmagus abilities and it pained her to know she wasn't getting anywhere with it.
Contemplating giving up, a shadow crossed her vision and Sloane looked up to find her housemate looking down at her. "Moony please tell me that my eyebrows are purple." Honestly why was this so hard!
So she still tended to frequent the pitch on her own as well as the grounds when she wasn't in the mood to fly or work on her quidditch moves. It wasn't often as she was rarely still, but today, she was simply laying flat on her back by the Black Lake watching the late afternoon clouds roll by and trying not think about silly teenage woes that she had no intention of dealing with today.
There was a different kind of practice she was working on, but frankly without a mirror didn't have a very good chance at telling if she was actually making anything different about her appearance, except by looking at the ends of her braid to see if she was intentionally making her hair turn a different color or if she was just getting frustrated. Quidditch practice always made her better, but she still had zero control over her metamorphmagus abilities and it pained her to know she wasn't getting anywhere with it.
Contemplating giving up, a shadow crossed her vision and Sloane looked up to find her housemate looking down at her. "Moony please tell me that my eyebrows are purple." Honestly why was this so hard!