Prompt- Salt

OddlyParanoid: Ima level with you, there probably won't be much gorey stuff described in detail. No hate on other folks' cup of tea, but it isn't really mine. Glad that you're enjoying though, and there will probably be a regenerative scene in a bit more detail, just not in a... gross way? That's probably the word I'm looking for.

Imperial Dragon: Your reviews are always so nice~! Thank you!

Erl peers down at me with sharp grey eyes, and a dangerously contemplative look.

"You're the little eagle who almost got hit the other day, aren't you?" He asks, but his tone tells me that he already knows. "You're good at ducking, I'll give you that much."

It's almost curfew, why am I out of my common room again?

Right. I wanted to make sure Quincy got to the dungeons alright.

Ugh. Stupid niceness.

I nod silently at him, not liking this kid's stare. He could only be a third year at most, why's he so serious? I feel like this guy could mentally destroy me. Wait, is this what my friends meant when they said that about me?

Not pleasant.

"What? No words for a snake?" He says, leaning down a little and tilting his head just so.

"Don't tell me you're intimidated. I save my venom for bigger prey, bird. Now hurry along to your tower. Not many of my kind are of the same thinking," Erl says, straightening and making a shooing motion with his hand.

I happily make my escape, getting back to the commonroom just before curfew.

Slytherin are fucking weird, man.

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I do end up telling Percy about his brothers, and he takes fifty points from Gryffindor on the freaking spot. I'm not present for the fight he and the twins get in, but from what I hear, it was big, and someone was crying afterwards. Who it was is quite tight lipped though, and I'm willing to bet it wasn't Percy.

Besides that, I mostly affect nothing in the plot. I've never shared small talk with the golden trio let alone plotted with them. The fact that almost all of the main cast are Gryffindors probably has something to do with that.

'I've got good grades in all of my classes. It's mostly because it's all so interesting, with the exception of History of Magic. I mostly just read the textbook instead of pay attention to the droning ghost who teaches it.' I write, cozied up on one of the recliners in the common room.

You would think the swot house would be a lot less comfy, but there's always a pleasant breeze with fresh air, and almost all of the furniture is good for relaxing. The whole common room has bookshelves lining the walls, fillled with books students themselves have left for everyone else to use. Some of the seventh years swear by study journals filled with notes, and I'm half convinced you could find a book on the topic of anything, so long as someone else thought to leave it.

It's lovely. Absolutely lovely. Dorm rooms being more like tiny apartments for two only makes it better. My dorm has an actual mini fridge magicked to shit to actually work. Lisa highly approves, as she is my roommate and soda automatically finds it's way in there. Bless whoever went through the time to enchant it.

Gryffindor can eat their hearts out, Ravenclaw rocks.

Snuggles makes a content noise from where he's leaning on my hair, and I reach up to pet his feathers a little.

So comfy. I need to send Snuggles off with my letter though...

I scratch my neck a little, then sigh.

"Come'er Snugs. Martha and Thomas are expecting an update," I murmur to the owl, lightly pushing him until he slides like a lump onto my lap. Grabbing my letter I push the parchment into a envelope that I already wrote everything on. Once it's sealed I settle it into Snuggles's talons while he hoots at me, annoyed.

"Don't be like that, Martha spoils you," I tell the owl, lightly petting under his chin before he takes off in a huff.

So dramatic. I love him.

"I still can't believe it though! If McGonagall can put one of her firsties on Gryffindor's Quidditch, than what's the point of the rule in the first place! I should petition to include our first years in the tryouts this year," The captain of Ravenclaw's Quidditch team gripes as she comes through the door, drawing attention to her.

"Wot? McGonagall can't put first years on the Quidditch team, it's dangerous!" Another claw says by a window, looking up from his book.

Guess that part of the plot 's happened. It is mid September, the... 16th I believe? Dates are hard. I've got a month and a half till I have to deal with the troll thing, or rather, not deal with. My getting involved might get the munchkins hurt and I don't want to interfere with Potter Luck.

"Well, the headmaster isn't going to do anything about it. He's been waiting to have the lions one up the snakes," Another teen says from across the room.

I agree, the old man is biased to hell.

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I am not a Harry Potter super fan, and I cannot be blamed for forgetting certain details.

After I use the restroom, one that smells weirdly like salt, I feel something ghostly start dropping on my head. Looking up quickly, I make eye contact with a little bespectacled girl with tears falling down her face.

A ghostly little girl. Instead of being scared, I'm just... sad.

"Hello there," I say, watching who must be Moaning Myrtle narrow her eyes at me.

"Why are you in my bathroom?" The girl says, swooping down and getting close to my face. My eyes catch the raven crest on her chest.

"Just using it is all. Sorry to bother you, I didn't know you didn't want any visitors," I reply, mildly wondering if she'd feel it if I try to hug her. She's a kid for Christ sake, she shouldn't be left alone to wallow in a dirty old girl's bathroom.

She huffs at me, moving back a little. "I couldn't care less. Just don't be annoying." She says, before flying through me and into one of the stalls, down the privy.

I stare at the toilet for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in worry, before shaking my head and walking out the door. Could've sworn she hated anyone coming in her domain, and I lightly rub at my wrist.