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- - Modern/Magical/High Fantasy
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Raina had an issue with sleeping, and if she heard one more remark about how sleeping would improve her attitude or give her the ability to handle her emotions (re: temper) better, she was going to blow soneone's head off. Hogwarts itself had an overstimulation problem - how the fuck were they, as students, suppose to cram hours of information into their heads and them just sleep on command? While August turned to coffee to handle it, Raina was often left with two options.
One of them was reading up on a random subject that interested her that day. More likely than not it was on wand lore. That night was not a reading night, however, it was a doing night. She needed to do something or else the ich under her skin was not going to go away and would leave her tossing and turning. She thought about getting more spell practice in but that she'd wonder towards the towers in case August was up and wanted to do something (probably study but there were times she talked him into something more reckless).
Who she found was not August creeping around, but the Gryffindor he would mention every now and then (actually the whole castle would mention him at some point but Raina tuned out extras and their nonsensical rumors). What the fuck was he up to?
One of them was reading up on a random subject that interested her that day. More likely than not it was on wand lore. That night was not a reading night, however, it was a doing night. She needed to do something or else the ich under her skin was not going to go away and would leave her tossing and turning. She thought about getting more spell practice in but that she'd wonder towards the towers in case August was up and wanted to do something (probably study but there were times she talked him into something more reckless).
Who she found was not August creeping around, but the Gryffindor he would mention every now and then (actually the whole castle would mention him at some point but Raina tuned out extras and their nonsensical rumors). What the fuck was he up to?
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