Chillaxin'

Was it just her, or was Hogwarts a lot more boring lately? Maybe it was just boring in comparison to what was going on in the rest of the world.

Over Christmas break, Clytemnestra had been to Diagon Alley and it was hard not to notice the blackened husk where the Buckley Inn used to stand. At least, her mother said that's what it was. She'd never really paid much attention to the building before. Yet another casualty of Death Eater raids, from all accounts.

Now, the building was taped off - a crime scene - and a couple of Aurors stood despondently outside, looking like they wished to be anywhere but on guard duty. It was really their own fault, in Clytemnestra's opinion. If they were more effective at their jobs, the inn probably wouldn't have been attacked in the first place.

But that was Diagon, this was Hogwarts. Perhaps it was because so many crazy things had happened at the school over the years that Clytemnestra felt so strange when the crazy started taking place somewhere else.

She sighed and turned her attention to the plate before her. An array of biscuits she'd begged from the house elves, although considering their enthusiasm to do anything one asked, there had been very little begging involved. It had been almost the other way around, really.

Clytemnestra dunked one in her tea and reflected upon the possibility of having the house elves create a wizarding equivalent of a Tim Tam. She rarely thought muggles had one up on witches and wizards, but sometimes you had to be realistic.

With a sigh Adela sat up. She had missed class again. 'might as well get out of bed she thought ' there could be something interesting going on in the common room for a change. The teen ran her fingers though her messy hair and put it up in a bun on top of her head as she wandered out of the girls dormitory into a rather empty common room. 'wonder what time it is?' she shrugged at the thought of time, it was unimportant to her how fast she and her classmates were passing through space. They were here and even that didn't matter. Spotting a familiar blonde head Addie wandered over and sat down near the girl "Hi, Cly," she murmured with a yawn.

"I beg your pardon?"

It was inevitable. Clytemnestra really could not be having with the kind of people who tried to shorten her name. It wasn't that hard to remember, particularly if you were a Slytherin and had grown up around all sorts of peculiar names.

She set her teacup aside and looked up at the person who'd addressed her. Adela was in her year and should know better. And...

"Are those your pyjamas?" Clytemnestra asked. "Have you been asleep all day?"

Honestly, some people simply had no idea how to behave. Clytemnestra wasn't even properly pureblood but she had far better etiquette than half the people in this house.

She sighed and wondered whether Professor Thorfinn would object to her starting a club for traditional values. Although, perhaps she ought to be very careful about how she defined traditional...

After another training finally ended, Dariela finally arrived in the Slytherin's common room.
She showered and changed her clothes in her room and then she left her things and walked back to the common room.
In the room was a couple of students, some were writing their homework which forced Mia to roll over the eyes, are these nerds never relax?

At the other end of the room she saw her friend and went to her. She sat on the empty seat and looked at the girl.
"Hi Clytemnestra" she said and only then noticed the other girl and looked at her, "Hey you too," she laughed before she looked at the biscuit.
"Oh, this is yours? I hope you will not mind if I take a little bit, I'm starving!" she shook her head and took one biscuit and then she looked at the girls. "Well, what fun we do?"

Clytemnestra stared at Mia. This was the person Thorfinn thought was good enough to be Quidditch Captain? Please.

"Of course!" she agreed when the other girl snatched a biscuit off the plate. How rude.

"That's what they're there for, after all."

It was not what they were there for, but Clytemnestra didn't want to get on Mia's bad side. The other girl was Quidditch Captain, even if she didn't deserve it, and for some reason unknown to Clytemnestra, people seemed to actually like her.

"Huh," she replied. "Fun. Do you even think that's in the professors' vocabularies?"

She looked around the common room.

"What we really need is some kind of game."

Mia was aware that the other girl does not like her. Honestly, she did not know why.
She heard stories of how this girl thinks she's a bad choice for the captain of their team, certainly poor girl thought she would be better there. Too bad, some dreams are unattainable.

"Thank you, they are very tasty," she laughed and once again looked around.

For a moment, Mia frowned as if thinking about the answer.
"They use that word but they just do not know its true meaning," she laughed and shook her head. Teachers are often full of fun ideas that are actually anything but fun. Probably a long time ago forgotten what it means to have fun, if they ever knew.

"Hmm game, I like the idea. Do you have something in mind?" Mia was one of the students who love to drop in trouble. First of all, she loved it because of the professor who is headmaster of their house.
The expression on his face every time he thought that Mia did something bad is really invaluable.