Brewing The Witches' Brew (Open)
Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2023 5:35 pm
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.
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.