After a majority of the younger students had cleared out of the room, a few clearly older ones remained. One particularly pretty girl with long white-blonde hair made a beeline for her after Slughorn had left through the stone doorway.

"What did he say your last name was?" She demanded almost immediately. Her dark eyes seemed to see right through Juni as she crossed her eyes, standing in front of her.

"Oh, uh-" Juni stammered for a moment, taking a step back. "White. It's one of the pureblooded French families," she added quickly, knowing exactly why the girl had asked her.

"I thought you said you weren't French?" the girl raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at her as a sandy-haired boy came up behind her.

"Ah, leave her alone, Rue," he grinned slightly, an arm wrapping around her shoulders despite him being at least a head taller than her. "I think I've heard of the White family - I have some relatives out in Belgium." Juni had to stop herself from breathing a long sigh of relief at her rescue from the girl, Rue's questioning.

"I'm David, by the way," the boy turned his smile towards Juni, offering a hand for her to shake and she took it hesitantly. "But most people call me Avery, my last name."

Ah. There it was.

Avery happened to be one of the houses most notably and notoriously associated with You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. Biting the inside of her cheek slightly, Juni's mind raced slightly as she tried to figure out how to respond quickly. Perhaps it would be best to stick to fake pleasantries, to not get into any fights. She was supposed to try and not draw any attention to herself, after all.

"Lovely to meet you," a voice that felt separate from herself spoke from her lips as she returned Avery's smile.

"And this little inquisitor is Ruth Abbott," he teased as she quickly shrugged off his arm from her shoulders. Giving him a pointed glare, she turned her attention back to Juniper.

"Rue," she corrected, her demeanor completely changed from when she had first approached. "We're 7th years, too. What have you got on your schedule for the week?" Rue held out her hand expectantly as she looked now cheerfully at Juni.

"Oh, um," glancing at the paper still folded in her hands, she smoothed it out and placed it in Rue's open hand. Quickly turning the paper and looking at it, Rue pursed her lips slightly.

"We've got everything except for one together," she informed Juni happily. "Perfect. Only thing I've got that you haven't is divination. NEWT level is incredibly difficult, though, so I'm not surprised you didn't get in." Juniper was almost surprised by the backhanded comment as Rue handed back the paper that she almost forgot to take it. Folding it back up, Avery sighed dramatically.

"Rue, don't be so rue-d," He laughed, making her name into the word 'rude'. Rue opened her mouth to argue or to yell at him but was cut off by a voice calling from across the room.

"Avery!" A tall boy stood waiting for him by one of the corridors leading to the boy's dormitories. His one hand was sitting lazily in his trouser pocket while the other was wrapped around a large, archaic looking book. His face was expressionless and cool as his dark eyes looked between Rue and Avery before settling on Juniper. Eyes narrowing slightly in what seemed to be distrust, he watched her and Juni felt a cold chill run up her spine as she quickly looked away from him.

"Ah," Avery gave a goofy but apologetic smile to the girls. "'His Lordship' beckons, I'm afraid," he joked, glancing over at the boy who was still watching Juniper. "Have a goodnight. And welcome to Slytherin, Juniper White, if no one had said that before." Another quick smile and he spun around on a heel to meet the boy across the room.

Juniper blinked once, suddenly realizing that the common room had very quickly become incredibly vacant, save for Rue and herself as the two boys left. Shifting uncomfortably between her feet, she let her eyes wander around the room for the first time.

"Don't let him get to you," Rue told her quietly, as though having sensed her unease. Juniper looked at her in surprise as the other girl took a step towards her, her voice dropping to nearly a whisper. "He's cute, but weird, honestly."

"Who is he?" Juniper whispered back, glancing back at the empty doorway as though he may have been standing there again.

"Tom Riddle," Rue chewed at her lip. "He used to be alright, when we were younger. I almost used to consider him a friend. But a few summers ago he came back…weird. I don't know how else to describe it, honestly. Just… Weird," Juni nodded slowly, her eyebrows coming together as she looked back at Rue. "Now he's just rude, stand-off-ish. He's still one of Slughorn's favourites, but you can tell something in their dynamic shifted at some point." Shrugging, she took Juni's arm gently and steered her to the opposite end of the room from where the boy's dormitories were located.

"But we won't worry ourselves with silly, strange boys," she informed Juniper in a matter-of-fact way. "We have our futures to plan. From now on, we're going to be the best of friends." As the two girls walked through the doorway and up the stairs towards the 7th year dorm, Juniper considered what Rue had said. Maybe she could use a friend… But could she trust Rue? Not completely, that was obvious. Enough to spend her days with while she pretended to go through her 7th year in 1944? She might be just enough to keep her from being completely isolated and lonely.

Walking through a large, wooden door, two of the other seventh year girls were already asleep, the last one reading on her four post bed with all of the curtains drawn.

"Hi, Aubry," Rue raised her eyebrows at the girl reading, pausing a moment for a response only to sigh and roll her eyes as she walked to the last two empty beds at the end of the room. Turning to face Juni again, she spoke quietly. "Useless, the lot of them, honestly."

"Oh," Juni glanced back at the other three girls, the two sleeping, the awake one never having even glanced up from her book. Rue choosing her as her 'new best friend' was starting to make a little more sense.

"Anyway, I picked out this bed," Rue gestured to the bed closest to the wall before pointing at the last bed. "So I guess that one's yours." Yawning and hiding her mouth behind her hand, she continued, pointing toward the way they had just come into the room at the door Juni hadn't noticed. "Bathroom's right there. I'm going to shower quickly before bed, I think." Opening the trunk at the end of her bed, she rummaged through her things, pulling out a nightgown, some slippers, a hairbrush and a toothbrush before she walked towards the bathroom. "Talk to you in the morning!" The door shut behind her and Juniper was left alone - well, nearly.

Glancing uneasily at the girl reading and then the two sleeping, she walked carefully towards the large trunk at the end of her new bed. Opening it cautiously, she felt as though she should've been surprised to see it full of things, which was probably Dumbledore's doing, so it didn't look as though she came with no possessions. Digging through it, she found a plain yellow nightgown. Changing quickly out of her dirty clothes, she slipped the gown over her head, her back towards the occupied beds. Balling up her dirty clothes, she stuffed them in a corner of the trunk, burying them under a few cloaks and jumpers. She placed the folded schedule on the top and shut the lid to the trunk.

A soft humming came from the closed bathroom door along with the sound of running water and Juni climbed into her bed. Drawing the curtains of the bed closed around her, the sound seemed to vanish, leaving Juniper to sit in the darkening and quiet spell that she usually loved from the beds at Hogwarts. Now the quiet only seemed to unnerve her.

Swallowing thickly, she climbed beneath the covers and pulled them up to her chin, staring up at the ceiling her bed created above her. In the quiet, Juniper's head began once again to race, thinking of all the possible reasons for her time turner messing up. Had it been faulty to begin with? It had fallen out of Professor McGonagall's robes after they were transporting her body, hadn't it? Maybe that small fall had broken it somehow. The only other option that she could think of was someone deliberately messing with it.

She trusted Hermione before, and if she was being honest with herself, she still did. As much as Juniper thought to blame her, she couldn't seem to convince herself that Hermione had anything to do with what had happened or that her counting was wrong. It just didn't fit. Not only would Hermione ever pull a stunt like that simply out of spite or revenge, but that would also take away their only time turner. It didn't make any sense. If her time turner really had been altered or messed with, it had to have been someone else. There were still plenty of people in the resistance who didn't trust her… But would any of them distrust her enough to send her to her death without any possible help to themselves or the cause? …Probably.

Juniper sighed softly. It wouldn't do to dwell on the 'who-done-it' of her predicament. She would get through this. Dumbledore would figure out how to fix it and would be able to send her back. Well, back to the time she was meant to go to, anyways. Forcing her eyes shut, she tried to stop the thoughts from bouncing around in her head.

Instead her thoughts wandered towards the events that had happened after she got to the Slytherin common room. Staring up at the 'ceiling', she chewed on her bottom lip gently. It hadn't exactly been a warm welcome, with most of them staring at her coldly. But she hadn't really expected anything different, honestly. She knew that Slytherins were distrustful of strangers, even ones that had been brought into their own groups. It would probably take a while to even gain their trust - if that was something she even wanted. Ruth seemed okay, for now. Avery seemed nice enough, too. She didn't like the looks of the boy with the long dark hair glaring at her from across the room. His features looked… Familiar, though, and she wondered which family he was from. With his boldness, she guessed it had to one of the 'great' pureblood houses, for sure. She'd have to remember to ask Rue what his name was in the morning, if she remembered.

Then there was that last boy she had… Well, she hadn't quite met him. Tom Riddle. Something in that name made her stomach flip on its end, but she couldn't place why. The last name wasn't familiar enough that it could be one of the pureblood houses, so that couldn't be it. Maybe it was just the way that he had stared her down, followed by the warry words of Rue that made her uneasy. Still, the name sounded familiar. Maybe he would have a child that was close enough in age to her that they would've been at school together. Maybe he went on to be some figurehead in the ministry. She racked her brain until it positively ached, and she rubbed her temples. It would come to her. She knew it would. Closing her eyes again, she inhaled deeply and let it out slowly to try and get her mind to stop racing and lull into sleep.

After a few moments, her eyes flew open again as she sat straight up in her bed.

Her wand.

She didn't even remember having it when she arrived in 1944. She had to have had it, though. Juniper may be many things but she wasn't stupid enough to even plan to go into the past and not bring her wand. It was somewhere. Shuffling quickly to her knees, she crawled towards the end of her bed. Pulling back the curtain, she could hear the noise of Rue humming again in the bathroom, the water now stopped.

Opening the heavy trunk lid from the back, she peered over it suspiciously. Yet there, on top of all of the clothes and even on top of the schedule she had placed only minutes earlier over the clothes, sat her wand. A relief washed over her as she reached an arm around and snatched it up, instantly feeling a warmth swelling from her fingers and up her arm. Admiring it for a moment, she tightened her grip on it, shutting the trunk again. The lid dropped a short distance, making a loud thud noise. Flinching slightly, she looked at the sleeping girls. Neither they nor the one still reading on her bed had moved, their curtains all drawn shut.

Sighing softly, Juniper shut the last curtain on her bed again and scooted back in the bed. Tucking her legs under the covers, she brought them up once more to her chin, her wand now tightly gripped her hand under the sheets.

As a kid, she would've thought it was bizarre: sleeping with a wand in hand. Maybe it was even a little dangerous. After the battle and the events that followed, though… She didn't care where she was, Juniper doubted she'd ever feel truly safe again without her wand at night. Curling up on her side, she brought her knees up as high as they could go to her chest, wrapping her free arm around them as she shut her eyes again.

Forcing herself to take slowed, deep breaths, Juniper eventually fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.