another day, {shakti

[lucas]

don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad

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Lucas laid out on the grassy knolls before the banks of the lake. His school satchel underneath his head; in his hands, his seventh year History of Magic book was propped open against his bent legs. Most of the students had taken to carrying around their heavier winter cloaks still, even Leon had his fastened 'round his neck. Concentrating, he continued to read on about the demise of Gellert Grindlewald in the infamous battle between him and Dumbledore in 1945; stopping every now and then to glance up at group of students farther down the bank, who were taking turns tickling the Giant Squids tentacles with a long branch.

Turning his attention back to his book he continued on with Grindlewald's imprisonment in Nurmengard. 'How unfortunate.' Lucas thought amusedly, 'To be trapped in the prison of your own design...' He would rather die than be caught and go to Prison. You were defenseless; Grindlewald had been slain in his own cell by the Dark Lord. And how unfortunate and embarrassing it must have been, enslaved in the very prison meant for your enemies.

"Shameful, really." He muttered aloud, turning the page and was disappointed to find that was all the information his standard schoolbook provided. He furrowed his brow, cross that he would have to dig through the library to find some sort of biography. There was already one that he could think of, but apparently the book was so graphic and in-depth that it was kept in the restricted section. And he was unsure if he could persuade any Professor of his to sign him a note of permission to check-out the book from the Library. Even he wasn't talented enough to lie his way through that one. Of course, there was always sneaking there after house. He'd done it once before, and almost was caught. Thankfully, Hufflepuff tower was the closest to him and he merely snuck back in. But he would have to be careful. Lucas sighed, "Rubbish..."

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[shakti]

It was almost a fortnight since her entire family had shifted to London, to look after her aunt who wasn't keeping good health. Shakti had somewhat adjusted to this new place, having new friends and all, but she missed everything back at her home. London wasn't a bad place, but she was really the princess of her hometown. A smile reached her lips as she recollected how her mother used to complain to her father that she would never listen to a single word that she said, and her father used to just chuckled in reply. Parvati Sahay -for the lack of a better term - loved complaining about Shakti, yet she loved her daughter unconditionally. However, Shakti was more her daddy's girl, but she loved her mother all the same. Being the only child had its perks.

Smiling, Shakti found her way to the Hogwarts grounds. She had never been to a wizardry school before. Back in India she used to go to a normal Muggle school in the morning, and was trained in wizardry and witchcraft in the evening, by her own kith and kin. She found Hogwarts, and all the people in there intriguing. Well, to be honest, she found the place to be a huge maze, and Shakti being Shakti, she roamed around, finding her way about. Needless to say, she had fallen in trouble, but came out of it as quickly, since she was the new student.

As she walked out of the castle towards the grounds, a subtle cold breeze blew against her. It was nearing springtime, and yet the climate was quite cold. Having born and brought up in India, she was quite used to the heat, but her skin wasn't as thick-skinned to withstand so much cold. If the temperature was so much back in Mumbai, everyone would have frozen! Even though she was wearing the robes, and all, she was still chilled. And yet, she wanted to roam around in the grounds, because she was bored and had nothing to do. Shakti had one flaw, and that was she couldn't stay idle.

Soon enough, she started humming a song that she'd heard before they shifted to London. 'Zoobi Doobi zooobi doobi.. naache, kyun.. paagal stupid mann..' Shakti had an uncanny ability to recollect the song as it was, the first time she hears it, and it sticks to her mind. She quickly looked about, and along with the song, she danced a few steps. To Shakti, music normally accompanied dancing, except if it was a sad song. She was enjoying herself, when she heard someone say, "Shameful, really!" Shakti gaped, she didn't see this anonymous person anywhere, but anyways, no one had ever said that her dancing was shameful before! Thankfully, the said person's back was to her, otherwise he wouldn't have noticed her glare. Before she could utter another word, she heard the same person sigh and exclaim, "Rubbish.." Shakti lost it then, because it was an insult to her talent. Although, she wasn't an excellent dancer, she was good at it, and how dare this ... stupid, dumb person humiliate her this way? Placing her hands on her hips, and frowning slightly, she mumbled loud enough for this wretched fellow to hear, "Excuse me?" Pause, "What is your problem?!"