Emm glanced around the common room as well and shrugged slightly. Usually at least some people stuck around for the free periods, if not just to catch a rare nap or snog in a corner. For once the room was blessedly silent. She could see Dirk Cresswell passed out cold by the fire and one of her roommates drawing quietly in the corner but other than that and the odd underclassmen the room was practically devoid of life. Just her and Sybil, really. And since Sybil appeared to have missed her class they might as well make use of the newly found free time.
"Well, last I remember is begging Benjy to bring me back a sandwich, so I’m guessing it’s some time after lunch. Or during, I can’t really tell." There had been a sandwich delivered at one point, and teasing exchanged. Emm had laughed for a good minute or five over the hickey not at all hidden on the side of his neck. Then she’d gone back to her essay and it all sort of blended together. Her pocket watch would alert her when it was fifteen minutes to her next class.
"Say, since you’re obviously not going to class," She teased lightly, "and I’ve not got it for probably an hour or so, what do you say we do some exploring?" Emm grinned. The idea had just hit her, but it sounded like fun the longer she thought about. "I’m leaving this place in a few months and I still don’t know all the rooms. We could catch up."
"We’ve passed lunchtime?" she repeated in disbelief, a frown on her forehead. She didn’t realize she had been there that long. "Merlin, I sure think Professor Slughorn won’t be too happy." She threw a look at her cards, eyes narrowed accusingly as if blaming them, then shrugged a little, looking back at Emm. "Better than Mcgonagall, though."
Tilting her head, the girl pondered Emm’s idea and gave her a slight smile. It would be nice to spend some time with her and catch up. She needed the break anyway. “Can’t see why not.” Sybill reached for her cards first then the book, hugging it to her chest, and walked fast to her room to store them. With an easier smile, she skipped back to the common room, stopping in front of Emm, “Which corridor first?”
Emm had been having trouble focusing. Most people would just put it down to the slump before exams and graduation, but she knew better. It was all this drama, all the things that she’d never bothered with before but now couldn’t escape from. Benjy had gotten hurt, Kingsley was teetering off and on the warpath, poor Amey cold never catch a break, and now Skeeter had her nose where it didn’t belong. Surely it was more than enough to keep one girl from sitting around and spending her free period on essays. She’d set herself up in her room, but now it seemed to stuffy and overcrowded. Running a hand through her hair she stood up. Time for a change of scenery.
Pulling on a sweater, it may be April but the school was still drafty, Emm patted a sleeping Castiel on the head and headed down to the common room. She didn’t really know what she’d do there as Benjy and Kingsley mostly holed themselves up in their dorm these days, but someone worth talking to had to be out and about. The moment she entered the common room she caught sight of a familiar head of blonde hair and smiled.
"Sybil!" She called, waving as she crossed over to where the 5th year sat. Emm couldn’t remember if 5th Years had a break period, but she couldn’t quite be assed to care. Her friend was here that’s what mattered. “I feel like I’ve not seen you in ages!"
Why The Hermit? This doesn’t make any sense either! Sybill flipped the pages of the book she borrowed earlier with much exasperation. She trailed her fingers line after line and furrowed her brows more, before letting a sigh and slamming the book shut. She knew it, she should’ve taken those ancient books also. Lately a lot of her readings just didn’t seem to agree with her. Perhaps the hulabaloo of the wizarding world had taken a deal in it, or perhaps she was simply losing her touch. Or.. The girl reasoned with herself, rubbing her tired eyes, Maybe I just need a little break.
The girl picked up her card again, flipping it absentmindedly between her fingers. The illustration of an old man holding a lantern, and then the abstract design with faded colors. A voice calling out her name interrupted her thought, and Sybill blinked, shaking her head a little. She realized that her 5th year peers were nowhere to be seen. How long had she been there, really?
Turning her head, she saw the older girl walking toward her and she smiled, “Hello, Emm.” It was always nice to see Emmeline, she was one of few people she could consider a friend. “Umm, yeah, I would say the same about you. I don’t know, finals and stuffs, I guess.” She gave her a little apologetic grin, and stood up, gathering her scattered cards into one pile and shoving the book to one side. The blonde threw her glance around the common room once again, before asking, “What period is it?”
Which is better?
Either. You don’t choose one because you think it’s better. You just.. choose.
Y-you can do that? Well…er… there is this one thing I’ve been, er, wondering about…
Ask away. But first, crystal or cards?
Readings? What do you mean? I do enjoy reading…
Not that kind of reading. The future. I can help you take a glimpse of tomorrow, if you like.
I suppose. I’m Max. Max Philips. I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ve spoken before. What’s your name?
Sybill Trelawney. Pleased to meet you, Max. Any readings you would like to have? Cards or crystal?
Erm… I didn’t…er… think that it walked. And I don’t misplace my Dionaea muscipula. It was from my… someone special to me. I’ve never heard of a mobile Dionaea muscipula that did so normally. Have you?
I see, not misplaced then.
Well, can’t say that I have. But that doesn’t mean they couldn’t exist, right? I’m sorry, who are you, by the way?
I know it’s probably…. amusing to take a man’s fly trap. But… I’d like it back… please…
Are you sure you didn’t misplace it somewhere? Oh, have you considered the possibility of it being a walking plant?
Really? Thank you, Sybill. For killing my doubts.
Sure, sure, Cassandra. Anything else you might want to know while I’m on it?
Miss Bones, unfortunately. Though we’re not quite sure on the last part. If you have any information Miss Trelawney, I do beg you to share.
A-amey? That’s.. terrible. I don’t have any, not right now, but.. I’ll try reading my cards, Professor. I’ll be sure to let you know later.