Gryffindor Table

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krysta's fury seemed to retreat back into the pit the beast slept in. She blinked and her eyes turned blue again. She looked at Alycya apologetically.
"Sorry. I'm just angry...you know, it just doesn't seem right. Students dying and the headmistress seems so blissfully happily." she covered quickly. No need to frighten Alycya unecessarily. "Love conquers all I suppose. Maybe I'm being too hard on her. She just got married after all." she said trying to sound like she believed her own words.
She rolled her eyes at the shattered remains of the mug and sighed.
"Reparo." she muttered, nudging the broken pile of procelain with her finger. It sprang back together clumsily, looking more like a pice of modern art than a drinking vessel. She stared at it in surprise.
"That's not good."

[Alycya Weasley]

Alycya shrugged. Her eyes were drawn to the Headmistress again as Krysta continued. "Yeah, doesn't seem quite right does it? Shouldn't she be at least acting she gives a crap?" she agreed. Alycya and Professor Snape had never really got along that well. One of the only people Alycya actually disliked. She scrunched her nose up. "I thought that, that they'd got married. But - she's like old compared to him. That's sorta gross isn't it?"
Watching Krysta attempt to repair her glass, Alycya's eyes widened when the glass didn't go back to it's normal state.
"Umm, Krys, are you sure you're alright?"