Who: Tracey Davis and Theodore Nott
What: Tracey just loves her sweets!
Where: Slytherin Common Room
When: Late Tuesday Night.
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Although the fire in the Slytherin Common Room crackled away merrily, the room was empty except for Tracey Davis. She sat curled up on one of the large black leather chairs, her head engrossed in the journal that lay in her lap. Above Tracey, the wind was lashing against the walls of the castle and rain was pouring down. Screwing up her nose; Tracey picked a Fizzing Whizzbee out of the enormous package next to her and popped it into her mouth. What would I ever do without Hogsmeade weekends; she thought fondly. With an extra 20 packets of Fizzing Whizzbees safely hidden in her trunk, she was sure her secret addiction would be sufficiently fed for sometime.
Relishing the sweet flavour, the dark haired 7th year continued reading. Picking up her quill and smirking, she began to write a rather nasty comment to a obnoxious 4th year Hufflepuff; when she heard a noise behind her. Tracey turned her head towards the noise, but all she could see was the ink black dark. Standing up, the journal fell to the floor with a soft thud. Tracey bit her lip and pulled her long dark brown hair to one side and quietly tip-toed the back of the Common Room. The dungeon floor was cold underneath her bare feet, but fuelled by curiosity, she continued towards the sound..
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