It was lunch, only a few days away from the upcoming Yule Ball and a certain gossip-eer was perching in the Great Hall, discreetly watching the students around her. She'd pulled up a stool to the far end of the long row for Gryffindor so that she could see all the tables around her. Gryffindor students in the 6th and 7th years knew better than to say anything too sensitive to or near Sophie as it always ended up in the gossip rag that made its way through the school every quarter. The younger years and the ones not in their house didn't know to be wary of her unless those 6th and 7th years warned them... which they didn't, because they wanted to get the gossip too.
Sophie had a little notebook in front of her and a regular pen- more discreet than a quill in the middle of the Great Hall- and seemed to be jotting down something. She was listening to hear who was planning to ask who, who'd been asked by who, and who wished they could go with who. This was the prime time to get information, everyone was so focused on the upcoming ball, they stopped being so discreet that she could catch wind of things. She also had a little charmed gadget going around the Great Hall under the tables for her to hear conversations that were far away from her. She smirked to herself before jotting something as she seemed to hear something juicy somewhere.
She didn't tend to look up while doing this, making it seem more like she was in her own world and thoughts and not trying to be discreet. People who didn't know her didn't see her as someone to be overly concerned about, thinking her looks plain enough to think she was overall harmless. Rarely did they understand why they'd come to regret that lack of judgement.
Brewing The Witches' Brew (Open)
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Missy Dragonov
- 4th Year | Chaser
- Player: Annalee
Missy sat at the Slytherin table, absentmindedly poking at her lunch with her fork while chatting idly with a fellow fourth-year. She wasn't paying much attention to the conversations around her until she caught sight of a Gryffindor girl sitting by herself at the far end of her house table. Missy tilted her head curiously. The older girl seemed to be scribbling something in a notebook, her expression unreadable but strangely focused. Missy squinted slightly, trying to get a better look. She didn't recognize the Gryffindor, but the pen in her hand—not a quill—stood out as unusual.
"Who's that?" Missy whispered to her tablemate, nodding discreetly in the Gryffindor's direction.
Her friend shrugged, clearly uninterested. "Dunno. Probably just doing homework or something."
Missy hummed thoughtfully, her curiosity piqued. The girl didn’t look like she was working on homework—her movements were too quick, almost like she was trying to capture something before it slipped away. Still, Missy didn't think too hard about it.
"Maybe she's writing about the Yule Ball?" Missy mused aloud, though mostly to herself. The upcoming event had been the center of everyone's conversations lately, and Missy was no exception. As she sat at the Slytherin table, she swung her legs idly under the table as she chatted with her friend. The conversation was light—mostly about dresses for the Yule Ball and which professors might chaperone—but her attention wavered again when she noticed a small, glimmering object darting in and out from under the tables.
At first, she thought it was just her imagination - like she had seen a Snitch out of the corner of her eye. When she swung her legs again, her foot accidentally connected with something small and hard. Startled, she froze and looked down. The little device—a charmed object with faintly glowing runes—spun slightly from the impact.
Missy blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What, in the name of Merlin, is that?” she muttered under her breath. She glanced around, wondering if anyone else had seen it, but her friend just shrugged, clearly not paying attention and focusing on lunch. Missy tilted her head, curious about the device as it continued to spin in a little circle. Maybe it was some kind of study aid? A project for Charms or Transfiguration, perhaps? Still, the way the device zipped about seemed... intriguing. Just as she reached down under the table to pick it up, it zipped it's way back to the Gryffindor table and the older girl.
Unable to resist her curiosity, Missy pushed her plate aside and stood up. She approached the Gryffindor table, her green-and-silver tie a stark contrast to the red-and-gold surroundings. As she neared, she hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Hi there,” she said brightly, her voice carrying just enough to be heard over the general chatter. She offered the older girl a polite smile. “I couldn’t help but notice that little... thing darting around under the tables. Did you lose something, or is it supposed to be doing that?”
Her tone was light and curious, with no hint of accusation. Missy wasn’t one to assume the worst of anyone, though she couldn’t help but wonder what the device was for, what it did, and where she could get one!
"Who's that?" Missy whispered to her tablemate, nodding discreetly in the Gryffindor's direction.
Her friend shrugged, clearly uninterested. "Dunno. Probably just doing homework or something."
Missy hummed thoughtfully, her curiosity piqued. The girl didn’t look like she was working on homework—her movements were too quick, almost like she was trying to capture something before it slipped away. Still, Missy didn't think too hard about it.
"Maybe she's writing about the Yule Ball?" Missy mused aloud, though mostly to herself. The upcoming event had been the center of everyone's conversations lately, and Missy was no exception. As she sat at the Slytherin table, she swung her legs idly under the table as she chatted with her friend. The conversation was light—mostly about dresses for the Yule Ball and which professors might chaperone—but her attention wavered again when she noticed a small, glimmering object darting in and out from under the tables.
At first, she thought it was just her imagination - like she had seen a Snitch out of the corner of her eye. When she swung her legs again, her foot accidentally connected with something small and hard. Startled, she froze and looked down. The little device—a charmed object with faintly glowing runes—spun slightly from the impact.
Missy blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What, in the name of Merlin, is that?” she muttered under her breath. She glanced around, wondering if anyone else had seen it, but her friend just shrugged, clearly not paying attention and focusing on lunch. Missy tilted her head, curious about the device as it continued to spin in a little circle. Maybe it was some kind of study aid? A project for Charms or Transfiguration, perhaps? Still, the way the device zipped about seemed... intriguing. Just as she reached down under the table to pick it up, it zipped it's way back to the Gryffindor table and the older girl.
Unable to resist her curiosity, Missy pushed her plate aside and stood up. She approached the Gryffindor table, her green-and-silver tie a stark contrast to the red-and-gold surroundings. As she neared, she hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Hi there,” she said brightly, her voice carrying just enough to be heard over the general chatter. She offered the older girl a polite smile. “I couldn’t help but notice that little... thing darting around under the tables. Did you lose something, or is it supposed to be doing that?”
Her tone was light and curious, with no hint of accusation. Missy wasn’t one to assume the worst of anyone, though she couldn’t help but wonder what the device was for, what it did, and where she could get one!
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Sophie Wright
- 7th Year
- Player: Nova
Sophie winced as someone hit her spying device which zipped back to her upon being caught and released. She tucked it back into her pocket before looking over at the girl who addressed her. She, in no uncertain terms, gave her a once over before deciding on how to reply.
"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first before trying to pry into my secrets?" She said with a tight smile, "Here, here's proper decorum; my name is Sophie Wright, and it's supposed to be doing that, but I'm not telling you what for," she said with a smirk, twirling her pen as she closed her notebook, not about to let her see it over her shoulder either.
"Sophie," she cut her eyes to the side as a male chastised her from near the Ravenclaw tables. Two younger Ravenclaws, looking a lot like the male who called her name, were also looking over.
"Mind your own business, Nate," she bit back to him, then looked back to this Slytherin, "Ignore him; that's my cousin. He's a prefect, so he thinks he has the right to boss me around too, but he's Ravenclaw, so he's not my boss," she shrugged before an interesting quill and notepad also floated back to her from the Hufflepuff's table. She tucked the quill in her pocket, closed the notebook, and put it on top of the one she'd been writing in.
"Any other questions?" she raised a brow, "Try not to kick them if you see them; it gets them terribly off center." She was a Slytherin. Would she be bold enough to press? Sophie was almost hoping she would...
"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first before trying to pry into my secrets?" She said with a tight smile, "Here, here's proper decorum; my name is Sophie Wright, and it's supposed to be doing that, but I'm not telling you what for," she said with a smirk, twirling her pen as she closed her notebook, not about to let her see it over her shoulder either.
"Sophie," she cut her eyes to the side as a male chastised her from near the Ravenclaw tables. Two younger Ravenclaws, looking a lot like the male who called her name, were also looking over.
"Mind your own business, Nate," she bit back to him, then looked back to this Slytherin, "Ignore him; that's my cousin. He's a prefect, so he thinks he has the right to boss me around too, but he's Ravenclaw, so he's not my boss," she shrugged before an interesting quill and notepad also floated back to her from the Hufflepuff's table. She tucked the quill in her pocket, closed the notebook, and put it on top of the one she'd been writing in.
"Any other questions?" she raised a brow, "Try not to kick them if you see them; it gets them terribly off center." She was a Slytherin. Would she be bold enough to press? Sophie was almost hoping she would...
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Missy Dragonov
- 4th Year | Chaser
- Player: Annalee
Missy blinked, her lips pressing into a slight pout as the older girl—Sophie, was it?—spoke with an air of confidence that bordered on dismissive. Introduce herself? Pry into secrets? That hadn’t exactly been her intent, but the way Sophie smirked and twirled her pen made Missy feel like she was suddenly in the middle of something she hadn’t signed up for.
“Missy Pavlov,” she said after a pause, lifting her chin slightly as she glanced at the notebook and quill that floated back to Sophie. She wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but whatever it was, it seemed like it wasn’t strictly... allowed.
Her gaze flicked briefly toward the Ravenclaw boy—Nate, apparently—before returning to Sophie. “Didn’t mean to kick it, but maybe you should make them a little less noticeable next time if you don’t want people asking questions.” There was no malice in her tone, just a hint of curiosity and mild annoyance.
Missy leaned forward slightly, her arms crossing on the table. “And what if I do have more questions? You gonna answer, or is this one of those times where I’m supposed to ‘mind my own business’?” She smiled sweetly, but her green eyes sparkled with a mix of challenge and amusement.
“Missy Pavlov,” she said after a pause, lifting her chin slightly as she glanced at the notebook and quill that floated back to Sophie. She wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but whatever it was, it seemed like it wasn’t strictly... allowed.
Her gaze flicked briefly toward the Ravenclaw boy—Nate, apparently—before returning to Sophie. “Didn’t mean to kick it, but maybe you should make them a little less noticeable next time if you don’t want people asking questions.” There was no malice in her tone, just a hint of curiosity and mild annoyance.
Missy leaned forward slightly, her arms crossing on the table. “And what if I do have more questions? You gonna answer, or is this one of those times where I’m supposed to ‘mind my own business’?” She smiled sweetly, but her green eyes sparkled with a mix of challenge and amusement.
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Sophie Wright
- 7th Year
- Player: Nova
Sophie grinned like the cat had found a mouse as Missy spoke back, "Duly noted," she said in response to making it less noticeable, "It usually blends in with all the other random things flying about at meals," she shrugged. As Missy continued, leaning forward, Sophie raised a brow at her, still totally amused at this new person in her presence, "That depends entirely on the question," Sophie shrugged, clasped her hands over her notebooks, leaning forward herself, "So. Missy, what questions are you bold enough to ask?" she asked, tilting her head, her eyes never leaving Missy's face.
She was running through her memory as to whether or not she'd ever heard this girl's name before. She was a Slytherin, obviously, but she didn't seem like the Anderson girl or Valtoris, or even the Innes fellow her cousin had a beef with. There was the Winters boy, too, mostly cause of the Boggart thing, but even he was surprisingly boring. Even Morningstar and Goldman had stood out somewhat, but this one? She was new territory. Perfect.
"You've been rather under the radar in your house. That's impressive," she mused, drumming her fingers.
She was running through her memory as to whether or not she'd ever heard this girl's name before. She was a Slytherin, obviously, but she didn't seem like the Anderson girl or Valtoris, or even the Innes fellow her cousin had a beef with. There was the Winters boy, too, mostly cause of the Boggart thing, but even he was surprisingly boring. Even Morningstar and Goldman had stood out somewhat, but this one? She was new territory. Perfect.
"You've been rather under the radar in your house. That's impressive," she mused, drumming her fingers.
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