Classroom on the Fifth Floor...

"Oh, you don't think he's a nutter?"

"No, not at all anymore."

"... Most everyone in my house thinks he is. Especially since the... you-know-who story."

"Understandable. He comes off a bit not knowledgeable. I think he was rather nice about it, though."

"I don't think he is, though. I mean, Harry wouldn't have..." Liv stopped there and restarted trying to find chapter eight in the textbook.

"Killed off Cedric," Serenity finished, trying not to be tactless.

"Shut up," said Liv, suddenly sounding quite serious.

"I'm sorry. But you know he didn't. And so it leaves the question- who did? And that leaves one explanation that makes any sense at all. He whose name everyone is scared to say is back. Deal with it." Serenity was apparently tired of the stupid Slytherin stereotypes.

"You didn't say it either."

"I'm scared too, happy?"

Liv sighed and kept turning pages in the textbook.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.. bring it up."

"Whatever." She found the chapter and started reading.

"I wish I was a decent artist."

"Why's that matter?"

"Because then I could actually sketch out the imaginations I have sometimes. Dragons invading subways, gorgeous cities with water and people that use magic without wands... And I suck at writing, too."

"You could write it like a script. It works pretty well. And it discourages purple prose. Usually."

"But these things are so... descriptive. It's nothing, sorry."

"Well." She kept reading the chapter.

Serenity jumped up. "Sick of reading, I'll see you around, okay?"

"Bye."

Since Olivia wasn't a Ravenclaw, she was sitting in here, watching Angel, One, and Charlie play a game of DND. It wasn't that exciting, but there was nothing better to do. Besides study for OWLs. But, ewww.

(Charlie plays D&D? Who knew.)

[he did in the other years.]

(OH YEAH, I FORGOT HE WAS ONE OF THOSE TWO GUYS. XD)