Dresden Academy

Who: Adelaide Legaux and Professor Walsh
What: Addy has a problem and tries to fix it.
Where: Professor Walsh's classroom
When: Backdated to February 28th, between classes.
Rating: Safe!

The first senior wandless class Addy assisted with after breaking up with Luka was excruciating. Everyone in the room knew that they had something, and that now they didn't, and that neither one of them wanted to be enduring an awkward cycle of pretending nothing was wrong in front of other people.

They avoided eye contact the entire lesson and didn't speak once. She didn't broach the area of the classroom where he was sitting at all; busying herself with a student at the front of the room and running back to her dorm after the class ended as though she were escaping a disaster zone. She buried her face in her pillow and howled with frustration. This was not going to work.

The only solution she could think of was a rather cowardly one, but it would have to do. ( She met up with Professor Walsh between classes the next day to extend her proposal. )

The weather was nice enough that despite the occasional threat of rain, students dotted the lawns of Dresden Academy, milled around in between classes. He'd already heard teachers handing out detentions slip for students being tardy, lingering in the nice weather.

When the last class of the day let out, the whole lawn teemed with students. No one wanted to be trapped indoors after the long cold winter. This break of weather brought out frisbees and a volleyball set (replete with birdies and badminton rackets that were being passed eagerly between participants taking turns) that was surely going to be knocked down as soon as Hulett noticed it.

Amused by the whole scene, Sig decided to toss down his backpack and long slate gray coat for a go at badminton. It was such a muggle game, but then this school never bothered much with keeping their wizarding population shielded from such things. They rather reveled in how muggle friendly they were.

At the moment Sig was reveling in a rather impressive pelt of the birdie over the net. It happened to hit a passing student in the back of the head. "Shit! Sorry," he called out.