copy cats ((Septimus then anyone))

[Arywiel Coone G3]

Ary settled herself onto the bench opposite Septimus. She turned to her and smiled half-bemusedly. She hadn't slept all too well, she had perfected Sep's essay all night. Stifling a yawn, she made a grab for a piece of toast. She spread the butter and took a nibble from one corner. "Somebody left jam in the butter!" She pulled a face and swallowed her mouthful. She hated jam and the little, seedy bits in it.

Arywiel finally leant closer to Septimus. "Got it?" She hissed under her breath. If Ary had worked until two, she hoped Sep had put a little effort into it. Arywiel glanced up and down the table. Everybody was involved in conversation and wasn't looking her way. She turned back to her toast and picked the jam off it. "Hope the essay wasn't too hard." She studied the bread before she took a big bite out of it.

There was suddenly a hoot and sixty owls swooped into the room screeching. Ary dropped her toast into her lap. muttering to herself, she wiped her robes clean, leaving a white smur. Ealdred landed in her plate hooting obnoxiously. Ary picked up the letter he had dropped in the pat of butter. She opened it and scanned the page. The usual letter from Greg, her muggle cousin. He was extremely enthusiastic about the wizarding world and had begged his Mum to let him go to Hogwarts when he found out Ary was going. He was instead sent to Dauntsy's college, but sent Ary letters when he got home for long weekends. There was a picture enclosed of him on the rugby team. Ary grinned to herself. Half the students at her school didn't know what rugby was if it waltzed down the hall as a pink rhinoseros.

Arywiel dropped the letter and looked down at Septimus. "So, you got the History essay?"

[Septimus Uldor G1]

"Oh, yeah," Sep grinned," I've got it all right, it was hard but I reckon I did a decent job of it."
In fact Sep was quite proud of her efforts, she'd stayed up late finishing it and she'd seen the third year doing the same although the other girl hadn't noticed her there.Then she realised it was post time when thousands (not quite) of owls soared by and dropped some mail. Arywiel had received a letter she was grinning at but Sep wasn't interested. She didn't have an owl herself but the boy next to her was looking at an issue of the daily prophet. "Bat's Match Ends with Controversy" was the title. It wasn't that that caught her eye though. "What Has Our Dear Ezzie Been Hiding" was this one's title. The boy had evidently received an earlier issue. This was the one that had been the latest when Sep had first met Ezzie. It had started one hell of a fuss for untrue gossip. This was why Sep had no respect for the stuff. It was utter rot and people actually listened to it.
"So," Sep said quietly, "can I see your potions essay? Here's the History one."
She handed it under the table and waited for the potions essay. She'd no doubt have to copy it out in her own writing but at least the main bit was done. She had no doubt that Arywiel had done an excellent job. The girl was older after all, and certainly more experienced.
"You can use what I've done, I don't mind if you copy it out directly or if you just use it in some other way. I'll be copying yours out directly." She said this all very quietly with well practiced ventriloquist movements.

[Arywiel Coone G3]

Ary thrust Sep her essay as everyone was busy with their post. She leant back again and grabbed herself a second piece of toast. "You done with that?" She called to the boy near Septimus reading the newspaper. He shrugged and tore out the sports page to read, passing her the rest. "Thanks!" She grinned. "What Has Our Dear Ezzie Been Hiding?" caught her eye. Arywiel raised an eyebrow. "Won't they just give over?" She muttered to herself. She had seen at least fifteen articles stating the same things in the past week. Ary never bothered actually reading it, she heard enough about it in the common room. Ten newly discovered ways to rid your Garden of Hornplebees" and a massive article of Harry Potter. Ary rolled her eyes and folded the newspaper again. She took a second bite of her toast and her mind wandered to Quidditch.

The beautiful game, herself, soaring over the pitch on her broom, the Quaffle tucked under her arm. It had been a long time since Quidditch practice. She felt a sinking feeling whenever she thought of games. Ary was, after all, a reserve player. Day-dreaming, she bit of another chunk of toast. The girl sitting next to her elbowed her in the ribs by accident, so Arywiel was dragged back into reality. The day's History lessons loomed and she felt a shudder. "I'll be copying yours out directly." She hadn't been listening to a word Sep had said. "Uh, yeah... haven't really got time to." She said. The food vanished off the plates, leaving them gleaming. Arywiel kept the remainder of her toast in her hand as she stood up. "Thanks, Sep, you're a life-saver." she beamed at the younger girl, but couldn't help stifling a yawn. That damned essay had kept her up all night.

Ary shouldered her bag and stalked off, but she had forgotten to bring her cousin's letter...

[Septimus Uldor G1]

Septimus smiled as her new friend left. She to, shouldered HER bag and walked off. Then she remembered Ary's cousin's letter. She walked back, avoiding the growing crowds succesfully until a seventh year bumped into her. He was a Slytherin with a typical "I-can-do-anything" attitude. Luckily he'd never dueled in his life.
Figuring it was to crowded for the teachers to see she flipped onto his backside on the ground and kicked him hard.
"Guess your blood doesn't save you. Maybe next time you'll realise that the muggle way isn't always the worst way."
Sep quickly jogged off before he could come after her. When he was angry and aware he'd have magic and weight on his side and she'd never win.

She raced after Arywiel, thinking to herself,
depending on magic is stupid