October 1st, 2018
The month of September had flew by like every other. The first month as a first year didn’t go as bad as Aurelia had expected it to be. Besides stacks of assignments and the recent discovery that she was adopted, the weeks had gone quite smoothly. The fact that she had received Os on both her herbology and Charms assignments was much of a surprise. Os weren’t a very big of a deal for some, but for a girl who had maintained an acceptable average for her first year, it was an astonishing improvement.
Aurelia walked up the narrow staircase nearest from the cold potion classroom. The last lesson of the day had ended, a relief it was. She couldn’t stand being in the freezing basements any longer. If you’d ask Aurelia to rate which class she dislike the most, Aurelia wouldn’t hesitate to place potions as the first. Putting body parts of magical insects into pots and brewing like stew and knowing it would be consumed didn’t seem appealing at all to the brunette.
Even then, Aurelia had made many visits down to the potions classroom for the past week. She had been replenishing her brew of Forgetfulness Potion. Her friends didn’t understand why she would keep a stash of the potion besides the purpose of forgetting what was taught in the many lessons or homework. Aurelia didn’t tell them of course, she knew well what it’s purpose was for.
The Gryffindor common room was far from the basements. The girl’s legs were already exhausted from the trips up and down the many stairs to her classes during the day. She would really appreciated if Hogwarts had a magical lift or something like that, if only she’s know how to apparate like how her Ma and Pa always did when they brought her around places.
Aurelia had finally reached the second floor. Her mind must have been somewhere else when she swirved around a corner only to collide with a student. The student definitely hadn’t expected that too as she fell backwards from the force, her blonde hair flying in a mess that covered the features on her face. Aurelia felt bad, she had barely even stumbled.
“Godverdomme, are you alright?” she asked, kneeling down to help her up.
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Godverdomme - God damn it
STAMINA 5 | AGILITY 12 | STRENGTH 9 | CONTROL 9 |