Death is the slowest potion to brew | @ Agatha
Bella sat in the common room, not paying much attention to her surroundings. Books dropped and shoes squeaked, yet the concentrated look never left her face. Potions homework had been assigned that class, and while Bellarix was on top of her schoolwork, she never did like large assignments. Her long black lock dangled over her face as she hunched over her schoolwork, dancing with the motions of her handwriting. Hours passed by, unbeknownst to the girl, and light grew dimmer and dimmer until the fire light was the only thing left. When she wasn’t able to see was the only time Bella came up for air; that was only to move closer to the fire.
She scuttled across the floor, coming to a halt at the large couch closest to the fire, yet there was already another body on it. Confusion crossed her face; Bella didn;t recognize the head, as the girl sittin was crouched over much as Bella was only moment’s ago.
“Hello, girl, you… yes, is this seat open?” Bella asked, pointing to the open end of the couch.
