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[Rowan Hunt]

I'd been laying low for a long while since my 'death', but it was finally okay to come back. My would be murderer was dead, I knew that much but that was all I knew about the state of life at Hogwarts now.
I head into the entrance hall, smiling slightly, glad to be back in spite of myself, and stop, just looking around once more.
Happy to be home.

[Alexandra Foster]

I'm hurrying along toward Transfiguration with an armful of books and a frown, mind on the upcoming lesson and the fact that I still haven't got the hang of vanishing, much less conjuring, when- BAM. I run smack into some poor guy, probably stepping on his foot and dropping all my books.
"Oh, sorry..." I say, face flaming as I get up, trying to gather my books and avoiding his eyes.

[Rowan Hunt]

"Hey, no worries," I smile, bending down to help her pick up her books.

[Alexandra Foster]

I snort. "For you, maybe," I say as carefully pile them back into my arms. Then I wince. "Sorry. That was excessively sarcastic considering I just ran into you."

[Rowan Hunt]

I laugh, handing her a book I'd picked up, "I'm used to sarcasm, it's fine."

[Alexandra Foster]

"Maybe so, but I still shouldn't snap at you," I shrug. "Thanks. And I'm Andra, by the way." I balance my books in one arm while I hold out the other to shake.

[Rowan Hunt]

"It's fine," I smile, and shake her hand, "I'm Rowan."

[Alexandra Foster]

"Cool name," I nod. "So are you late for class too, and I'm holding you up?" I ask. "Because personally I'm thinking of skipping."

[Rowan Hunt]

"Thanks," I laugh slightly, "Er...no, I have no idea what class I'm supposed to be going to. I'm planning on skipping too."

[Alexandra Foster]

I raise my eyebrows. "Maybe not the best idea on your part, Mr. Rowan. I mean, in my case... do I really need to go to class in order to be told that I don't have the hang of the spell and should go practice it? But if you don't even know your schedule, I'd say you're probably fucked." I nod wisely.

[Rowan Hunt]

"I most definitely am fucked," I nod, "But I've given up on academics by now so it's all good."

[Alexandra Foster]

"Ah," I say, nodding again. "And what is it you're going to do that doesn't involve academics? Become a... potion taster?"

[Rowan Hunt]

I laugh, "Yeah, or find a nice cardboard box somewhere. More likely, I'll just mooch of my brother for the rest of my life."
Or just carry on with what I do now. I add in my head, not sure if I'd imagined the prickle that ran up my Dark Mark at the thought or if it had been real.

[Alexandra Foster]

"Very mature and wise decision, Mr. Rowan," I say, nodding approvingly. I look down at the books in my arms. "I think... I'm going to be a professional book burner. Or at least I will this morning."

[Rowan Hunt]

"Ah, that's a very worthy career choice, Miss Andra. Would you mind if I joined you?"

[Alexandra Foster]

"Not at all," I say, inclining my head. "I think... I'll start with History of Magic. And then maybe Muggle Studies."

[Rowan Hunt]

"I'd start with potions, but that's just me." I smile, "Although you raise some very valuable subjects for book burning."

[Alexandra Foster]

"Hmm..." I think carefully. "Ah, hell. Let's just throw them all together and burn them all at once. Then jump on them and stick our tongues out singing 'nanananana.'" I laugh.

[Rowan Hunt]

I laugh, "That sounds very productive."

[Alexandra Foster]

I make a face. "More productive than studying the damn things until your eyes glaze over. I mean, at least you get some exercise this way. And see fire, which is always a plus."

[Rowan Hunt]

"Alright, you've convinced me," I grin.

[Alexandra Foster]

I nod. "Okay then... time to raid the library," I say, immediately marching in that direction.

[Rowan Hunt]

I laugh, and follow her, "You'd be good as military leader, you know that?" I joke.

[Alexandra Foster]

"Nah, I wouldn't..." I sigh. "In about five minutes I'm going to change my mind. Usually that's a good thing. You know, like when I announce that I'm going to go hang-gliding and pick a fight with a death eater, then decide to go for a firewhiskey instead."
I continue walking toward the library. "But it's nice to know I'm so inspiring." I say, turning to grin at him.

[Rowan Hunt]

"Hmm...yeah, that's a good thing in those situations." I nod, then laugh, "Yeah, you're an inspiration alright."

[Alexandra Foster]

"Oh, I dunno. Might be kind of fun." I smile slightly. "A friend of mine has promised that we get to pick a fight with a death eater right before we die. You want in? Since I'm so inspiring?"
I take the wrong hallway as I speak and wind up sitting on some stairs instead of in the library.

[Rowan Hunt]

"I wouldn't if I were you. Death Eaters are kind of dangerous. Never know what you might get into," I smile slightly, sitting next to her.
Despite the smile the warning was completely sincere. I knew firsthand what Death Eaters could and would do, obviously.

[Alexandra Foster]

I smile slightly, looking down. "Yeah, I know," I sigh. "Hence the right-before-we-die part." I look at him closely, knowing full well that I was too trusting... too naive. That I spoke without thinking and took too many risks.
"So... tell me, Mr. Rowan," I say carefully. "If, say..." I pause. What? You're going to give him some kind of test? Choice a means he's a bad guy, b means he's all right? I shake my head.

[Rowan Hunt]

"Well, dying that way would be nasty and painful. I don't know about you, but when my death comes, I want it to be quick. And Death Eaters isn't the right way for that," I laugh, somewhat bitterly.
"So tell you what?" I smile slightly, raising an eyebrow, "Or are you planning on leaving the sentence unfinished?"

[Alexandra Foster]

I shrug, feeling reckless. Like usual. "Are you on either side?" I ask. "And at least it would be fun," I add before he can answer. "I don't care about going quick, as long as I can do something beforehand."