Never was there ever a girl so pretty
Sage had overslept. it was the day after break and she had overslept. Only 20 minutes, but still being 20 minutes late to defense against the dark arts was bad. Awful in-fact. Soul crushing. Gut reaching. Sage was a Ravenclaw, a very very studious one, and if she wasn’t excelling at everything she did she shut down. It had been this way since she started going to Hogwarts and would most likely continue for the forceable future.
A break had been instituted due to the up coming school dance (the Yule ball if you want to be closer to canon) causing a sudden rise in school violence. Including a event that was occurring at this very moment in a different part of the school involving a fire extinguisher, a Gryffindor, and a Hufflepuff with a nice and very new scarf.
Sage rushed to brush her hair, crappily apply a light bit of eye liner and lazily tuck her shirt into her skirt. She needed a excuse, a reason for being now 30 minutes late. Seeing her wand on the dresser and her owl sat on its perch near the window, she shoved the spruce wand at the bird. It caught on quickly biting on it several times before receiving a pat from sage. And she was off.
She walked hurriedly holding her books on her left and her wand in her right, walking fast enough to warrant a shout as she passed a open class room of not to run. Shrugging it off she began to walk faster seeing the room come into view. Quickly stepping in the door she noticed very few people were at class that day.
Her cousin, a gryffindor named Nick was sat near the front with his girlfriend Mia, and Mia’s friend Eva. Eva was a whole can of beans that sage didn’t want to think of right now. Way in the back we’re two kids she vaguely recognized name Akira (or as he preferred ark) and the Jekyll to his Hyde cayden.
The defense against the dark arts teacher, a rather tall man with dark black hair slightly glanced at her from where he was sat in his desk, chatting with a hufflepuff girl in the front row. “Your late.”, the teacher said glancing at sage (who right not looked a little beat up) before a voice behind her replied back defensively “am I never not?”. A slytherin boy, who looked very stereotypically emo pushed past her taking a seat in one of the only two open chairs.
Great. Sage can do math. Math that tells her she has to sit next to the emo resident douche bag instead of in the back row. Woopty fucking dew. She began to speak turning to look at the teacher again “I’m so sorry, my owl took my wand and chewed it up quite a bit. i was worried we would need it today in potions class. You know how Snape can be.”.
The teacher gave a small smile at the comment waving a defensive hand “your alright, I know that if your late it’s usually for good reasons. Take a seat please, it’s a free period since seemingly everyone else lost their wands over break.”. Which seemed to cause small laughter from the peanut gallery in the back (ark and cayden). The teacher obviously was unamused.
Sage quietly took her seat, noticing Eva stairing daggers at her from the front row and ignored it, placing down her books and wand. As she sat she heard the sounds of a ‘ahem’ next to her, she ignore it at first opening up one of her many notebooks and beginning to jot down random knowledge she remembered.
This peace didn’t last long, seeing as the emo fucker started doodling a really bad owl on her paper. It was accompanied by the message ‘maybe you can help me get a owl-scuse so I can show up late for class? (Ps. I literally mean a pet owl)’. Something in sage gnawed at her to say no, to say fuck off or some other agressive thing. So she wrote the next best thing ‘ok.’