( id: sansa stark. )

                       societydxrling

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                Either the Slytherins are having a
             party or there’s nobody in the common
             room. Sansa’s a little surprised. You’d
             think people would be coming in and
             out!

                Finally, she thinks when she spots
             someone. The fourth year immediately
             pushes herself off the floor to face the
             girl.

                      “Hi! Could you help— is my brother in there?”

          Selina’s got a satchel thrown over her
          shoulder,    a book on Herbology held
          loosely in her arms.    Merlin damn all
          assignments in that subject.     Selina
          detested incompetency.     Especially
          in herself.     In any and all aspects of
          herself.  Damn Herbology.  Her robes
          flap  as she  steps over  the  frame of
          the Slytherin dormitory entrance. The
          flash of bright auburn  against darker
          flagstones give Selina pause.   A thin
          brow arches upward in question.

                         ❝ I’m sorry, who? ❞