Chapter 775 - Slug Club Banquet (1/2)
Free of any Patrols on Sunday, Rowan managed to catch up on her homework by lunchtime. She had even managed to read for leisure and study a bit on the side for her research. By late Sunday afternoon, the Slytherin common room was much more relaxed as even the 5th & 7th years decided to take a break from studying. There was laughter and even loud voices as first-years and the older years played games. Some traditional such as Exploding Snap, and other muggle games such as Monopoly. Either way, there was a much lighter spirit among the Slytherin's for even Rowan found herself pulled into joining a game or two.
Keeping an eye on the time, Rowan with great disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e saw that the time was growing near. Excusing herself from the game with Terry, and several others, she was waved off by Terry and several other hands as the game was afoot. Despite Severus having volunteered to patrol all day, Rowan kept one eye on the first-year snakeling's and other younger years. Baby snakes are one of the few species from birth that are natural-born hunters and therefore tend to need more watching than others.
Looking over the common room one last time to ensure nothing was amiss, Rowan reluctantly made her way up to the girl dorms. She had already had an outfit selected and set out on the bed having already been selected by Bethanie and Tiffany. It was a warm silk gray sweater with a white button blouse underneath matched with a pair of dark silk trousers.
The figures of Tiffany and Bethanie expectantly sit on Tiffany's bed together expectantly waiting to hear Rowan praise them for their selection of clothing. ”Thank you, the clothes match really well,” Rowan said as she began to undress and put on the set-out clothes.
”Of course,” Tiffany proudly said. ”Bethanie and I have an eye for such things.” She paused and made a face. ”Sylvia wanted you to wear red.”
Rowan pauses to stare at Sylvia, who was lying on her stomach reading a book about the barrister laws of the Ministry of Magic. ”What?” Sylvia said as she realized all three friends were staring at her. She rolled her eyes and muttered, ”I thought it would be humorous, and she is a descendant of Godric Gryffindor too.”
”Most certainly not,” Bethanie chided with a disapproving look. ”Rowan's skin tone would look rather awful with such a bright color and would horribly clash together with the pallor of her skin!”
Sylvia merely snorts and returns to reading her book. She was planning on following her father's footsteps and entering the Ministry of Magic as a barrister. She would naturally have to start from the bottom and be apprenticed. In fact, she was planning to apprentice under Barty Crouch Sr. No doubt, her father would be furious at her decision, but she thought it best to learn from her father's rival. That and there would be no voices of objection for any excessive favoring for being her father's daughter.
While Rowan finishes up dressing Tiffany lets out a disappointed sigh. She wanted to do Rowan's hair and makeup, but both she and Bethanie knew that Rowan would firmly decline their services. Still, at least, Rowan bothered to brush her hair out and leave it loose. It looked rather lovely really like a silky dark waterfall with a slight wave to it.
Glancing at the time, Rowan sees that it is nearly six-thirty. She lets out a resigned sigh and says, ”Save me at least a dinner roll or two in case I don't eat anything at Slughorn's place.”
”Will do,” Sylvia mumbled from behind the cover of her book.