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Lyra Dragovski-16-6th year-Gryffindor-open
Lyra sat in the Gryffindor common room, reading
The Daily Prophet. The only difference between this edition and the normal one was that this was in Russian. She was bilingual, meaning she could speak two languages, in this case being English and Russian. Every country had it's own Ministry of Magic, according to many books that she was forced to read. Yastrib, her Great Grey owl, sat nearby, perched on a stack of books. The girl then put away her copy of
The Daily Prophet and headed downstairs to the Great Hall to grab a snack.
Maar Dragovski-16-6th year-Slytherin-open
Maar was in the Slytherin common room, uncomfortable with the other girl in the room. The girl seemed occupied with a rather thick copy of
Advanced Divination, but that wasn't what bothered him. It was the fact that apparently, this girl was his cousin and she had recently lost both parents to a werewolf. This also bothered him because it probably meant that she strongly disliked werewolves, and he honestly didn't blame her. But what about when she found out that he himself was a werewolf? What then? Maar's twin sister Lyra felt indifferent to the fact that once every month he was roaming the Forbidden Forest, and he was thankful for that. Others he knew hadn't reacted that well. Then, his cousin - apparently named Cheyanne - got up and left the Slytherin common room. Maar immediately relaxed.
Cheyanne Brightheart-15-5th year-Slytherin-open
Cheyanne had been reading a copy of
Advanced Divination that she had borrowed from her favorite teacher, Professor Trelawny. When her parents were still alive, which wasn't too long ago, they had constantly joked that she was truly a Ravenclaw at heart. It was partially true; divination was her strong-point and her favorite subject. She shunned and disliked all other topics, except for divination of course. She was partially aware of her apparent 'cousin' that also sat in the common room. After a while, she shut her book and headed out of the common room. A bunch of rowdy third years ran past her, but she hissed at them in Parseltongue.
"I will turn you into frogs." Not that they could understand what she said, but it sounded menacing. She made her way to the Great Hall.