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Ada Stowe The ball seemed a perfectly meretricious scheme. Ada, of course, imagined it would be an altogether inadequate attempt to heal the innumerable emotional scars that had resulted from the most recent Wizarding War, as she suspected such wounds could only ever be cured with time (never...

Ada Stowe -Amidst That Evening's Meal- Ada slumped, somnolent, against the welcome weight of the Slytherin bench. Her day had been, with the exception of her Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, altogether rather routine. History of Magic had, of course, been a delight. Professor Binns’...

Ada Stowe -Just After Defense Against the Dark Arts- And, quite suddenly, her strength sped from her, seeping elsewhere, as if pursued by a pernicious adversary. Ada sank, leaden against the still, sturdy, stone wall and considered the figure crouched beside her. He appeared to be...

Ada Stowe A verdant field, dotted with polychromatic petals -not a wilted wildflower in sight- stretched abundantly and exuberantly onward, seeping into sifted silt and sand, before plunging beneath cerulean seas, plummeting toward eternity. Ada lounged luxuriously atop an imagined island...

Ada Stowe Ada’s gaze drifted, bobbing, unbalanced, over a small sea of acne plagued physiognomies, all contorted in various states of exhaustion, before eventually steadying and settling upon a battered pair of brown moccasin slippers, belonging to the Noble boy beside her, a boy who appeared...

Ada Stowe Ada’s eyes, bright with a strange, shimmering intensity did not stray from those of the recently ink drenched boy beside her, but her digits knew no such stillness, her fingers found her desk, an elegant arrangement of sturdy oak, marred by the scars of spells gone awry and textured...

Ada Stowe Was she alright? It seemed a silly query when he was so far from it. Nevertheless, she stole a fleeting moment to take stock of her condition, to most accurately answer his question and satisfy the boy’s gallantry. Her toes seemed fine, as did her legs, though she did have a small...

Ada Stowe Ada smiled sweetly at her accuser, her attention skidding a moment later to the faint ticking that emerged from the thick, turbid haze of voices, the procession of time pushing past the barrier of distraction. Without another word, Ada turned on her heel, and slipped, as would a...

Ada Stowe Ada has been beginning to examine the small mountain of eggs that sat on her plate, a monstrosity of slick, slippery orange hues and half burst bubbles the color of bone, when a small piece of parchment, folded elegantly into a formation resembling a miniature aircraft approached...