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
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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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Missy Dragonov
- 4th Year | Chaser
- Player: Annalee
Missy tilted her head slightly at Sophie’s words, her brow knitting together in mild confusion. "Under the radar?" she repeated, almost tasting the phrase. "I don't think I was trying to be... but I guess that means I haven't caused any trouble worth writing about, yeah?" There was a flicker of a smirk as she spoke, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She wasn’t sure yet if Sophie’s interest was genuine or if it came with strings attached - certainly not brave enough to ask questions at this stage.
Fiddling with the hem of her sleeve, she leaned back a little, as if putting a safe distance between them. "But, since you’ve noticed me now, maybe that'll change." Her cautious demeanour gave way to a touch of pride as she continued. "I just made the Slytherin Quidditch team—Chaser. So I’ll most definitely be flying. Not exactly ‘under the radar’ up there, is it?"
She paused, letting her words hang in the air for a moment before her gaze flicked back to Sophie. "But why does it matter if I’ve been ‘under the radar’? You keeping tabs on everyone or something?" It wasn’t accusatory, more curious, though a faint edge of wariness lingered behind her tone. Missy’s cautious smirk wavered as something clicked in her mind. Her eyes narrowed slightly, not in suspicion but in realization. "Wait a second," she said slowly, tilting her head as she studied Sophie more closely. "You’re not the Sophie, are you? The one who writes for The Witches' Brew?" Her voice held a mix of intrigue and newfound wariness.
She straightened up a bit, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I’ve seen that thing floating around the common room. Everyone loves reading it... though, Merlin knows none of us would ever admit it." A small laugh escaped her.
Fiddling with the hem of her sleeve, she leaned back a little, as if putting a safe distance between them. "But, since you’ve noticed me now, maybe that'll change." Her cautious demeanour gave way to a touch of pride as she continued. "I just made the Slytherin Quidditch team—Chaser. So I’ll most definitely be flying. Not exactly ‘under the radar’ up there, is it?"
She paused, letting her words hang in the air for a moment before her gaze flicked back to Sophie. "But why does it matter if I’ve been ‘under the radar’? You keeping tabs on everyone or something?" It wasn’t accusatory, more curious, though a faint edge of wariness lingered behind her tone. Missy’s cautious smirk wavered as something clicked in her mind. Her eyes narrowed slightly, not in suspicion but in realization. "Wait a second," she said slowly, tilting her head as she studied Sophie more closely. "You’re not the Sophie, are you? The one who writes for The Witches' Brew?" Her voice held a mix of intrigue and newfound wariness.
She straightened up a bit, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I’ve seen that thing floating around the common room. Everyone loves reading it... though, Merlin knows none of us would ever admit it." A small laugh escaped her.
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Sophie Wright
- 7th Year
- Player: Nova
Sophie smirked at Missy, going on the defensive, realizing she was walking a dangerous line. When she bragged about making the Quidditch team, she smirked, "That depends if you're any good, you've got some people who might overshadow you on that team," she said, shrugging.
When she asked why it matters, Sophie shrugged again, "I just like knowing who everyone is," she said, but then she nailed it and Sophie grinned, "Oh a fan, I'm flattered," she put her hand to her chest, "I suppose you're going to be able to put together a few things with that realization, but don't spoil my fun," she said with a bit of warning, "Usually the front pagers are the ones that tried to get me to stop. Tried to threaten me like some sort of backyard bully, but alas for them, I've got thicker skin than that," she snorted, shaking her head.
"Everything alright down here?"
Sophie turned her head and sighed, "The Prefects are swarming," she said dramatically, "Good day, Valtoris," she said to Miral who stood a few steps away, her blue eyes going between them, "Don't worry, I'm not hurting your new chaser, we're just having a friendly chat, right, Missy?" she looked back at the girl across from her.
Miral narrowed her own before looking to Missy, "I've been looking for an excuse to get the professors to confiscate those, so don't be afraid to tell the truth," she said, motioning to Sophie's notebooks.
Sophie snorted, "That's worked out so far, hasn't it?" she taunted, getting another glare from the Slytherin Prefect, "Plus I have plenty more where that came from. Nate's been taking them for years like it'll stop me," she thumbed back at her cousin, who happened to be a Ravenclaw Prefect.
"Then I suppose it's time we involved Professor Murphy so he can let your father know of your behavior. Not very becoming of someone whose father works in the Ministry," Miral chided, and that clearly struck a nerve as Sophie's sass stopped for a second, but then her efforts renewed, a sneer on her face.
"Must be something about that Malfoy blood in you making you run sniveling when you can't solve problems yourself," she scoffed.
"Is that the best you can do? For someone who writes a gossip rag, I expected better," Miral waved her off, looking to Missy, "Seriously though, are you alright here? It's not that don't think you can hold your own, but obviously she's not above trying to stoop," she asked, ignoring the fire in Sophie's eyes. She was getting written about, she knew that, but Miral had never been one of the ones to care for the tripe anyway.
When she asked why it matters, Sophie shrugged again, "I just like knowing who everyone is," she said, but then she nailed it and Sophie grinned, "Oh a fan, I'm flattered," she put her hand to her chest, "I suppose you're going to be able to put together a few things with that realization, but don't spoil my fun," she said with a bit of warning, "Usually the front pagers are the ones that tried to get me to stop. Tried to threaten me like some sort of backyard bully, but alas for them, I've got thicker skin than that," she snorted, shaking her head.
"Everything alright down here?"
Sophie turned her head and sighed, "The Prefects are swarming," she said dramatically, "Good day, Valtoris," she said to Miral who stood a few steps away, her blue eyes going between them, "Don't worry, I'm not hurting your new chaser, we're just having a friendly chat, right, Missy?" she looked back at the girl across from her.
Miral narrowed her own before looking to Missy, "I've been looking for an excuse to get the professors to confiscate those, so don't be afraid to tell the truth," she said, motioning to Sophie's notebooks.
Sophie snorted, "That's worked out so far, hasn't it?" she taunted, getting another glare from the Slytherin Prefect, "Plus I have plenty more where that came from. Nate's been taking them for years like it'll stop me," she thumbed back at her cousin, who happened to be a Ravenclaw Prefect.
"Then I suppose it's time we involved Professor Murphy so he can let your father know of your behavior. Not very becoming of someone whose father works in the Ministry," Miral chided, and that clearly struck a nerve as Sophie's sass stopped for a second, but then her efforts renewed, a sneer on her face.
"Must be something about that Malfoy blood in you making you run sniveling when you can't solve problems yourself," she scoffed.
"Is that the best you can do? For someone who writes a gossip rag, I expected better," Miral waved her off, looking to Missy, "Seriously though, are you alright here? It's not that don't think you can hold your own, but obviously she's not above trying to stoop," she asked, ignoring the fire in Sophie's eyes. She was getting written about, she knew that, but Miral had never been one of the ones to care for the tripe anyway.
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Missy Dragonov
- 4th Year | Chaser
- Player: Annalee
Missy shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes darting between Sophie and Miral as the tension crackled like a live wire. She leaned back, crossing her arms in an attempt to look casual, though her amusement at their exchange was hard to hide. "I’m fine, Miral," she said lightly, her tone calm but careful, as though she were navigating a precarious broomstick mid-air. "We’re just chatting."
She glanced at Sophie, suppressing a smirk. "Nothing to report, really." Her gaze flicked back to Miral, trying to project sincerity. The last thing she wanted was to upset her Prefect, and her Seeker—especially when she was still trying to prove herself on the team.
"But, uh," she added, her voice slightly lower, "I’d rather not see anything happen to... the notebooks." Her eyes slid meaningfully toward Sophie, making her feelings about The Witches' Brew subtly clear. "They’ve got their... charm, you know?"
Missy bit her lip to keep from grinning outright, her amusement shining in her eyes. "Not that I’d encourage anyone to step out of line, of course," she said quickly, offering Miral a polite nod to soften the statement. "Quidditch season’s coming, and I’d hate for any unnecessary distractions." Her attempt to keep the peace felt a bit awkward, but she hoped it would satisfy both parties—at least for now.
She glanced at Sophie, suppressing a smirk. "Nothing to report, really." Her gaze flicked back to Miral, trying to project sincerity. The last thing she wanted was to upset her Prefect, and her Seeker—especially when she was still trying to prove herself on the team.
"But, uh," she added, her voice slightly lower, "I’d rather not see anything happen to... the notebooks." Her eyes slid meaningfully toward Sophie, making her feelings about The Witches' Brew subtly clear. "They’ve got their... charm, you know?"
Missy bit her lip to keep from grinning outright, her amusement shining in her eyes. "Not that I’d encourage anyone to step out of line, of course," she said quickly, offering Miral a polite nod to soften the statement. "Quidditch season’s coming, and I’d hate for any unnecessary distractions." Her attempt to keep the peace felt a bit awkward, but she hoped it would satisfy both parties—at least for now.
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Sophie Wright
- 7th Year
- Player: Nova
Miral gave a snort at Missy saying that Sophie's work had its charm, clearly disagreeing, "Just keep in mind who you're talking to," she said, eyeing Sophie once more before turning, heading back to where she'd been sitting, tossing those blond locks over her shoulder as she walked.
Sophie rolled her eyes as she walked away, "If I could just get some dirt on her that isn't the obvious with her filthy bloodline," she scowled, "She thinks she's so perfect," she said, making a face, waving her hands, "Thanks for the save," she added to Missy, shaking her head, "Everyone's such a hater when they know it's me that writes the Brew, but it's not just me," she pointed out, "But I won't reveal my cohort... Thooooough," she gave Missy a mischievous look.
"How do you feel about being an inside source? Most Slytherins won't give me much," she smirked. "You'd get to see your stuff in the Breeeew~" she added in singsong like it was the perfect reason to tell her all the gossip of her house, "I've usually got Griffindor covered, and my friend has Hufflepuff. Unbeknownst to my cousin, Mr. Uptight over there, I have an insider in Ravenclaw. If you help me, I'll never write about you so long as you do," she made an 'x' over her heart as a promise.
Sophie rolled her eyes as she walked away, "If I could just get some dirt on her that isn't the obvious with her filthy bloodline," she scowled, "She thinks she's so perfect," she said, making a face, waving her hands, "Thanks for the save," she added to Missy, shaking her head, "Everyone's such a hater when they know it's me that writes the Brew, but it's not just me," she pointed out, "But I won't reveal my cohort... Thooooough," she gave Missy a mischievous look.
"How do you feel about being an inside source? Most Slytherins won't give me much," she smirked. "You'd get to see your stuff in the Breeeew~" she added in singsong like it was the perfect reason to tell her all the gossip of her house, "I've usually got Griffindor covered, and my friend has Hufflepuff. Unbeknownst to my cousin, Mr. Uptight over there, I have an insider in Ravenclaw. If you help me, I'll never write about you so long as you do," she made an 'x' over her heart as a promise.
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Missy Dragonov
- 4th Year | Chaser
- Player: Annalee
Missy nodded slightly as Miral’s parting warning lingered in the air, her gaze briefly following the Prefect’s retreating figure. She respected Miral—she kind of had to, given their shared house and Quidditch team—but the tension between her and Sophie had been undeniably entertaining. Missy’s lips quirked into a small smile as she turned her attention back to the older Gryffindor, her curiosity piqued.
"An inside source, huh?" Missy repeated, leaning forward a little. She rested her elbow on the table and tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. "That’s... an interesting offer." Her fingers tapped lightly against her knee as she weighed the pros and cons. Upsetting Miral wasn’t on her to-do list, but at the same time, the idea of contributing to The Witches' Brew was tempting. She’d always found it amusing when she read it, even if some of her housemates had grumbled about its content.
She looked Sophie square in the eye, her lips curving into a sly grin. "Alright, you’ve got my attention. I can’t promise I’ll have anything juicy for you every time, but..." She shrugged nonchalantly, though her mind was already buzzing with possibilities. "I think I could keep my ears open. No guarantees, though. I’m not exactly a snoop, but I do hear things now and then."
Missy leaned back, crossing her arms, but her grin remained. "And as long as you keep me off the pages, I guess we have a deal." She paused, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Just don’t go writing about me behind my back, or I’ll find a way to turn the tables. Slytherins are good at that sort of thing, you know."
"An inside source, huh?" Missy repeated, leaning forward a little. She rested her elbow on the table and tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. "That’s... an interesting offer." Her fingers tapped lightly against her knee as she weighed the pros and cons. Upsetting Miral wasn’t on her to-do list, but at the same time, the idea of contributing to The Witches' Brew was tempting. She’d always found it amusing when she read it, even if some of her housemates had grumbled about its content.
She looked Sophie square in the eye, her lips curving into a sly grin. "Alright, you’ve got my attention. I can’t promise I’ll have anything juicy for you every time, but..." She shrugged nonchalantly, though her mind was already buzzing with possibilities. "I think I could keep my ears open. No guarantees, though. I’m not exactly a snoop, but I do hear things now and then."
Missy leaned back, crossing her arms, but her grin remained. "And as long as you keep me off the pages, I guess we have a deal." She paused, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Just don’t go writing about me behind my back, or I’ll find a way to turn the tables. Slytherins are good at that sort of thing, you know."
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Sophie Wright
- 7th Year
- Player: Nova
Sophie watched as Missy chewed on the idea and when she agreed, she broke out into a grin. When she said they had a deal, Sophie offered her her hand, "Sounds like a deal to me," she said, "And don't worry, I've got ears out, so even if you don't catch the juicy bits, I probably will, provided no one else kicks my listening tool," she teased her, "It felt like I got hit in the actual ear to be honest," she said as she admitted to her the purpose of the floating thing she'd seen, a token of her trust.
"Now, you should probably get back to your table before someone thinks you're already spilling their secrets," she stood, lifting her notebooks, "I've a pamphlet to write," she smirked deviously before striding towards the exit, flipping her cousin off in passing, who rolled his eyes, though the younger two giggled at her antics.
Zeke, who'd been sitting a little ways down, leaned her way, "You'd best bargain with her on those stories," he said, "Make it worth your while rather than just give her what she wants. Just a suggestion," he smirked as well before turning back to the other Gryffindors near him, tossing a roll to someone.
"Now, you should probably get back to your table before someone thinks you're already spilling their secrets," she stood, lifting her notebooks, "I've a pamphlet to write," she smirked deviously before striding towards the exit, flipping her cousin off in passing, who rolled his eyes, though the younger two giggled at her antics.
Zeke, who'd been sitting a little ways down, leaned her way, "You'd best bargain with her on those stories," he said, "Make it worth your while rather than just give her what she wants. Just a suggestion," he smirked as well before turning back to the other Gryffindors near him, tossing a roll to someone.
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Missy Dragonov
- 4th Year | Chaser
- Player: Annalee
Missy watched Sophie’s retreating figure, still mulling over the whirlwind interaction. She turned her head at the sound of someone leaning her way and caught sight of Zeke, the Gryffindor Beater. She didn’t know him personally, but his reputation as a skilled player preceded him.
Zeke’s words, casual as they were, carried a layer of caution, and Missy arched a brow, offering a half-smile in return. “Appreciate the advice,” she said lightly, her tone measured. “You Gryffindors sure stick together, don’t you?”
She let her gaze linger on him for a moment, her curiosity stirring. “You wouldn’t happen to know if you’re one of Sophie’s insiders, would you?” she asked, her voice playful but her eyes sharp. She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms in a thoughtful gesture. “Not that I’m expecting you to tell me if you are. Just... curious.”
Missy glanced back at the Slytherin table where she was supposed to be, her expression neutral but her mind buzzing. Zeke’s warning was friendly enough, but it reminded her to tread carefully. Sophie might have offered trust in revealing her little spy tool, but trust could only stretch so far in the world of gossip. Missy would play this smart—after all, she wasn’t about to hand over her house’s secrets for free.
Zeke’s words, casual as they were, carried a layer of caution, and Missy arched a brow, offering a half-smile in return. “Appreciate the advice,” she said lightly, her tone measured. “You Gryffindors sure stick together, don’t you?”
She let her gaze linger on him for a moment, her curiosity stirring. “You wouldn’t happen to know if you’re one of Sophie’s insiders, would you?” she asked, her voice playful but her eyes sharp. She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms in a thoughtful gesture. “Not that I’m expecting you to tell me if you are. Just... curious.”
Missy glanced back at the Slytherin table where she was supposed to be, her expression neutral but her mind buzzing. Zeke’s warning was friendly enough, but it reminded her to tread carefully. Sophie might have offered trust in revealing her little spy tool, but trust could only stretch so far in the world of gossip. Missy would play this smart—after all, she wasn’t about to hand over her house’s secrets for free.
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Zeke Smith
- 6th Year | Beater
- Player: Nova
"I don't know about that, considering I'm telling you to be careful with that one," Zeke smirked at Missy's comment about them sticking together, "And most definitely not one of her insiders, I have way more important things to do in a day than gossip or listen to gossip," he snorted, shaking his head.
"As much as I'd rather trip Valtoris down some stairs than agree with her, ever, Sophie's only one step away from belonging in those green robes rather than red ones," he added, "She feels you're double-crossing or playing her and the gossip will be the least of your worries," he warned, "You just never hear what she does to the rest. All I'm saying is to watch your back and not let any of your friends know you've agreed to help her. They probably won't talk to you about much anymore if you do," he said casually, shrugging again.
"But you're a big girl, you can make your choices for yourself," He took a bite of a roll before looking around for someone, muttering to himself about being late.
"As much as I'd rather trip Valtoris down some stairs than agree with her, ever, Sophie's only one step away from belonging in those green robes rather than red ones," he added, "She feels you're double-crossing or playing her and the gossip will be the least of your worries," he warned, "You just never hear what she does to the rest. All I'm saying is to watch your back and not let any of your friends know you've agreed to help her. They probably won't talk to you about much anymore if you do," he said casually, shrugging again.
"But you're a big girl, you can make your choices for yourself," He took a bite of a roll before looking around for someone, muttering to himself about being late.
I'll charm my way into your heart and leave a legacy that won't be forgotten.
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Missy Dragonov
- 4th Year | Chaser
- Player: Annalee
Missy gave Zeke a thoughtful look, her lips pressed into a small line as she considered his words. "Fair enough," she said, nodding slowly. "I guess I should've figured you'd be above all that." She offered him a faint smirk, her tone carrying a touch of dry humour. "Too busy plotting Valtoris' untimely demise to dabble in the likes of Sophie’s little schemes, huh?"
As she turned to head back toward the Slytherin table, she paused and glanced back at him. "But, you know," she added with a half-shrug, "sometimes sticking your nose into other people's business is just... fun. Not all of us have a Beater's swing to settle scores, so we have to get creative."
Her tone grew a bit more serious as she continued. "I'll take your advice, though. Watching my back is kinda second nature around here, anyway." She flicked him a grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "And, hey, I’m a Slytherin—it’s not like anyone expects me to play fair, right?"
With that, Missy turned on her heel and strode back toward the Slytherin table, her expression a careful mix of nonchalance and thoughtfulness. As she slid back into her seat, she made a mental note to tread carefully. Sophie's offer was tempting, but Zeke’s warning lingered in her mind.
As she turned to head back toward the Slytherin table, she paused and glanced back at him. "But, you know," she added with a half-shrug, "sometimes sticking your nose into other people's business is just... fun. Not all of us have a Beater's swing to settle scores, so we have to get creative."
Her tone grew a bit more serious as she continued. "I'll take your advice, though. Watching my back is kinda second nature around here, anyway." She flicked him a grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "And, hey, I’m a Slytherin—it’s not like anyone expects me to play fair, right?"
With that, Missy turned on her heel and strode back toward the Slytherin table, her expression a careful mix of nonchalance and thoughtfulness. As she slid back into her seat, she made a mental note to tread carefully. Sophie's offer was tempting, but Zeke’s warning lingered in her mind.
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Laguna Lestrange
- 6th Year | Seeker | Captain
- Player: Laggylestrange
Laguna strolled in a bit later than most other students, following what was likely a conversation that many were interested in eavesdropping on. He, on the other hand, didn't care to check in on whatever the group of Slytherin's and Gryffindor's had been discussing. Judging by Sophie's involvement, it would be buzzing around the school in no time if there had been anything of interest that occurred. But assuming by the number of quidditch players involved, perhaps it was just some friendly....ish banter. He watched as the group seemed to disband one by one until it seemed that only Zeke was still lingering in the spot he'd been in for the duration of the exchange. His eyes flicked toward the Slytherin table for a fleeting moment, though he turned back toward Zeke as he grew closer to his friend. "Did I miss anything good?" He asked casually, knowing that if it was anything noteworthy, Zeke would surely catch him up on the information.
He plopped down on the bench beside his friend and began to work on his midday fuel. They had quidditch practice this evening, which meant he'd need his extra energy. Quidditch was something that already put an enormous strain on the players, both physically and mentally, but pair that with the other weird stuff going around, and it was enough to make anyone feel like they were running on fumes. "I'm starving..." He muttered, taking a huge bite from his plate and following it with a swig of pumpkin juice to wash it down. His blue eyes flicked toward Zeke, studying his face. They really hadn't talked about anything going on recently. He wondered when, if at all, they'd finally get around to catching up. There was so much going on between quidditch, the ball, the rumors of their love lives, and then there was the weird creepy happenings around campus it was enough to keep anyone from really getting a chance to catch their breath.
He plopped down on the bench beside his friend and began to work on his midday fuel. They had quidditch practice this evening, which meant he'd need his extra energy. Quidditch was something that already put an enormous strain on the players, both physically and mentally, but pair that with the other weird stuff going around, and it was enough to make anyone feel like they were running on fumes. "I'm starving..." He muttered, taking a huge bite from his plate and following it with a swig of pumpkin juice to wash it down. His blue eyes flicked toward Zeke, studying his face. They really hadn't talked about anything going on recently. He wondered when, if at all, they'd finally get around to catching up. There was so much going on between quidditch, the ball, the rumors of their love lives, and then there was the weird creepy happenings around campus it was enough to keep anyone from really getting a chance to catch their breath.
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