This Means War!

[September Lynch]

Amber kept her face expressionless as Miss Ruggles addressed her, her blue-eyed (for that was the color of her eyes that day) gaze steadily assessing the young woman before her. Miss Ruggles' calmness rather unnerved her, and she did not wish for her discomfort to be known. However, Miss Ruggles certainly had a point - she would be risking their chance to win the House Cup that year if she proceeded to practice her (messy, in Amber's opinion) magic in the Forbidden Forest, but the least Miss Ruggles could do was ensure that no one was near whilst she was honing her skills. Poor Miss Swift was a representation of the misfortune that could befall another due to Miss Ruggles' practices.

"Well, Miss Ruggles, I do believe that there is nothing more to say on the matter," Amber asserted calmly as she turned to Ismene to assess the damage that had been done of her hair, and she once again had to stifle a giggle. The back of the woman's head was truly a mess, and she did not envy Miss Swift's attempts to remove the muddy substance (which was now drying up, Amber noted), though the thought that perhaps her hair could have been the one that was damaged caused Amber's amusement to disperse as fast as it had come.

"Miss Swift," she addressed the other young lady after she examined the mud-splattered hair, "perhaps we could use a cleaning charm to clean up the damage a bit? You can get rid of the rest once we return to the castle."

Words: 262 | Tag: Ismene & Emily | Outfit: School Robes