[h3]ASTRID[/h3]
[indent][indent][indent]She nodded, though there was a sparkle lacking from her usually bright eyes. But Astrid nodded and looked up to him, smiling as she did so. “Yeah, just tired” she said to him. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t her energy levels that left her weary, but more matters of the heart and mind. As she turned back, she saw Sirius head up the marble stairwell and off up to the Gryffindor tower. Being a Hufflepuff, Trevor’s dorm was down by the kitchens. Astrid had been in there a few times, and had snuck into Trevor’s bed late of night and spent the night buried beneath his arm. It had been her plan tonight, especially as she didn’t have an early start tomorrow. But something about her interaction with Sirius had left her low in mood, and undeniably annoyed with the male. Something had changed, their usual carefree mockery and playful friendship had taken an uncomfortable turn this evening, and it left Astrid unhappy and her mind racing.

“I’m going to head up to the tower tonight, but I’ll see you tomorrow?” Astrid said with a smile before she reached up on her tiptoes. Her lips pressed against his, but only for a moment before she heard the cough of one of the professors, who gave them both a stern stare. “Goodnight” Astrid said to Trevor with another smile and squeeze of the hand, before she turned and made her way up to the Gryffindor tower.

Astrid was so lost in thought as she moved, she failed to notice Nearly-headless Nick, and walked straight through him which left her agitated and freaked out by the icy sensation, and she brushed her hands over her arms, as if that was going to remove the cold. Her heeled shoes hit the stone floor as she walked, Astrid was frequently reminded that her attire was inappropriate, her skirt a little too short, her blouse a little too tight or her heels a little too high. Like she ever listened, with a strong love for muggle fashions, Astrid always kept an eye on what was going on in the muggle world. It was why so much effort went into her hair; the lengthy and thick tresses needed a lot of effort not to become a tangled mess. Astrid always made an effort with her appearance, and though she would never tell anyone, it was all for Sirius.

An excited little thrill ran through her when she would catch him looking at her legs, when he said she looked nice she would beam with genuine flattery. Outwardly, she seemed impervious to his flattery and charm. Where nearly every girl in the school fell at his feet and turned into giggling wrecks around him, Astrid was able to remain confident and unfazed, offering back a witty remark or making him smile. The pair were two of the most popular students in school, he adored by all the girls and she fancied by all the boys, they were the perfect couple! But they were now in their final year, and nothing had happened other than years of flattery and denial.

She arrived at the tower and climbed through the portrait hall, and she just slumped down into one of the comfortable chairs before the fire. The common room was mostly empty; only a few remained, including the four that went by the name of Marauders and the new girl. Astrid sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, knowing that rest was not going to come when Flora tossed a letter into her lap. Opening it up she looked down to see her brother had sent a letter, and with an amused smile she opened it up.

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[h3]REMUS[/h3]
[indent][indent][indent]“Not too long” Remus informed her. “I got it by the end of the first year. Though one of my friends still ended up getting lost last year” He said. He remembered being sat in the common room with James and Sirius, waiting for Peter. When a few hours had passed they looked on the map and found him over the other side of the castle wondering around in circles. When they had turned up he was stuck on the spinning staircase with his eyes ready to spill tears. After they had stopped laughing, they’d performed a complicated bit of trickery and managed to rescue him. The memory brought a laugh to his face as they turned and headed down the hallway towards Gryffindor common room. “But most get it by year two, but everyone in Gryffindor is pretty good and will help you out” he added as they reached the fat lady.

He said the password, explaining about the security measures before the portrait swung forwards and allowed them access. “After you” He said extending his hand to the hole, and once they climbed inside she offered him her schedule. Taking a seat around one of the tables, sitting beneath one of the portraits, he looked down at her timetable. “Not a bad list” He said to her, looking to the lessons. Having done his sixth year, he knew which lessons could be hard going and which were more enjoyable. However, he hadn’t taken Divination, Ancient Runes or Arithmacy so he could offer her no advice on those particular subjects. 

“Defence is hard going, but it’s enjoyable” he informed her. “Potions is a killer, but Professor Slughorn has a real love for anyone who has any form of famous connection. So if your mum is a queen he’ll love you” He added with a laugh to end his playful comment. “Binns the ghost is the teacher of History, and have some coffee before that, he can make the most exciting of subjects boring” He added.

And then he looked to Care of Magical Creatures, and he couldn’t help but smile. “The animals subject is my favourite” he informed, having gained an O in his OWLs in year five, although most of his learning had been self-taught. “Although, Professor Kettleburn is absolutely nuts!” he informed handing her schedule back to her. “Really eccentric and accident prone, he only has one arm and half a leg left” Remus informed her. Remus had a fondness for the man though, and often found his carelessness amusing. “He isn’t the best at teaching, often goes on about trying to breed a Skrewt with a Unicorn… I’ll erm… If you need help with that, I can… Help?” He offered, feeling a little awkward and also pompous for offering her help. He wasn’t a professor, although that was certainly something that he had always thought of doing in his later life. But he didn’t want to come across as a know-it-all, and looking at Sirius’s carefree and cool stance, Remus tried to copy his relaxed posture, although was sure he just looked ill doing so.



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