𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒
Time is so oddly obscure. Some days can feel like years have passed within the 24 hours that marks a day. While other times, it can all seem to pass by in just seconds. It's frightening, to be completely honest.
How easy it is to get stuck into a routine. How easy it is to just allow time to fly by unnoticed. How easy it is to blink and realize weeks are gone. How easy it is for all of them to be so meaningless that your time on this planet can be so simply forgotten.
Iris's routine was easy.
Wake up at five in the morning. The usual morning routine has her out of the door just as Sally-Ann's five-thirty alarm sounds out. Finish up homework in the empty common room. At around six, Theodore Nott and several other early risers would make themselves present. A quiet hum filling the room as they quietly went about the earliest part of their day.
At seven, the common room would fill more, and Theodore Nott would begin his walk to the Great Hall, Iris, of course, always following just behind. When they reached the Great Hall, Iris would finally allow herself to speak, having found that if Theodore had been given at least an hour of silence in the mornings, he would amuse her for a bit.
At seven-thirty, Theodore would bring out his book and take the fifteen minutes of Iris eating to begin his book of the day. And then, until eight, he would do his best to block out more of her mindless rambling; he still wasn't very good at that.
At eight, classes began.
DADA was, without a doubt, the favorite lesson among all students. Professor Lupin had managed to make every lesson just as exciting and hands-on as the first. He wasn't as strict as McGonagall and was easily one of the kindest of the teachers.
Potions was obviously the worst. Word of Snape being dressed into Neville's grandmother's clothing traveled fast, and, as a result, only seemed to make the man more vindictive and cruel. Which in turn, brought out the temper in Iris, the girl only being saved from weekly detentions because of Snape's apparent dislike for her in return.
History of Magic was always dreadfully dull and seemed to be the class where Iris's spirit would die. Theodore would peak up from his notes every now and again to see the girl at her most ghostly. Her body limp in her seat as she wistfully would stare out a window. Theodore never spurred her from her death-like state, finding that Iris was at her best when she was too miserable to bother him.
Muggle Studies was... there. The class was easy; the most eventful it ever got was when Iris and Hermione were forced to interact. The two girls seeming to grow more hateful towards the other every time their eyes met.
And actually... Potions wasn't the worst, nope. Care of Magical Creatures was. After the rather eventful first lesson, Hagrid had seemed to lose all confidence as a teacher. So the class was now subjected to nothing but caring for flobberworms, perhaps the most boring creatures that had ever existed. Iris and Theodore spent most days of that class under a tree, one reading and the other sketching.
Those, along with some other classes, made up most of the day, lunch being the hour Iris would vanish off to the grounds.
Dinner was gossip hour; the roommates would join Iris and Theodore, the four girls carrying easy conversations of their days and any and all school gossip.
Afterward, the Slytherins would retire to the common room, where homework would be started, and constant chatter would fill the space.
And at eleven, the day would end.
Weekends, being free of classes were spent wandering the castle and grounds for Iris. Spent primarily alone and the slightest more eventful than the weekdays. Not much, but time would slow more as Iris enjoyed her days more to the fullest she could.
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And that was that, days coming and going far faster than felt okay, time wasted and crammed with as much as possible.
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"So you know how Lavender Brown received that 'warning' from Trelawney a few weeks ago?" Valeria made herself present at the table by addressing Sally-Ann.
Iris had decided to make herself present for lunch for once, seeing as she had a Muggle Studies paper due for her next class that had so far been untouched. But ever willing to do anything but her school work, she and the other two girls were quick to turn to Valeria.
Sally-Ann thought for a second as she recalled her memory, "Yeah, something about 'dreading... whatever, whatever... the Sixteenth of October.'"
Valeria settled into her seat and began piling her plate, "Yes, 'That thing you're dreading will happen on October 16th' or something close to that. And we all just assumed it was a ploy to get us riled up."
Sally-Ann rose an eyebrow, "Well yeah, cause it was."
Shrugging, Valeria explained further, "I'm not so sure anymore; Lavender Brown got the news that her pet bunny died this morning."
Sally-Ann's eyes widened a bit, "Oh, wow. That's a crazy coincidence."
Tracey placed down her cup, eyebrows knitting close together as she quickly voiced her thoughts, "Blinky was just a baby though; how could Lavender of been dreading that?"
Iris gave her thoughts immediately after, "She could have been dreading the bunny's death, just in general. But that would have technically happened before today if she just got the news this morning."
Somewhere in the conversation, Theodore had tuned in and was quick to give a counter-argument, "Then she could have been dreading learning that her bunny had died, on a subconscious level but dreading either way."
Iris nodded, twirling her pen as a smile came to her lips, "Divination is such an obscure study."
Valeria hummed, "Yep, and Hermione Granger seems to think it's complete nonsense." Once more, the girls had their eyes back on Valeria, awaiting the gossip that was to come. Theodore rolling his eyes at the eagerness of the group, returning to his work.
Continuing on, Valeria said, "When Hermione heard what had happened from Lavender and one of the Patil twins, she immediately went on her know it all, you're wrong, thing. She told Lavender to her face almost the exact things Iris and Tracey said."
Sally-Ann and Iris both scrunched their noses at the words, clearly not okay with that tidbit of information. Sally-Ann didn't hold back in the slightest, "Pretty cold to do straight to someone's face, especially with how sensitive Lavender is. Hermione is a real pain in the ass with her 'logic' sometimes."
Tracey held a more uncertain look in her eyes, "To be fair to Hermione, it is a bit of a reach to immediately assume that Trelawney actually knew this was going to happen."
Iris jumped back in, "Yeah, but you don't bring in logic while a girl is grieving. And divination is given a fair amount of trust in the wizarding community, I mean, I'm highly skeptical of the practice at times, but you can find reason in many of an actual seer's words. And you'll never see me at a table sitting thirteen."
Valeria nodded and pointed at Iris, mouth full, eyes widening as she non verbally showed her agreement. Theodore, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, "You believe that?"
Tracey giggled a bit, "Really, you believe that lie? My mum is so uptight about that saying. Wouldn't sit once during dinner last Christmas because my aunt and uncle ended up not showing up, making it thirteen."
