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Eleanor Malverne

Pre-Hogwarts Primary. The name inspired images of imagined grandeur, soaring spires filled to the brim with intellectual young people, striving to be their best in the Scottish highlands. That, at least, was what They told the children, that what They were doing at Pre-Hogwarts Primary mattered, that it Prepared them for their future magical education. 

 

Well Eleanor Malverne was tired of it. It was August, nearing the end of the summer, and she was done. Done with the assignments that involved drawing her family, cutting colorful construction paper and pasting it onto the page like she was some sort of, some sort of child. The whole PHP project was a complete waste of time, now that Ellie was on the other end of it. She could see that her time would have been much better spent with Livia, even if she did have to play the piano and the violin and sit with her legs crossed just so.

 

The only possible redeeming quality of Pre-Hogwarts Primary was the other Pre-Hogwarts Primary students, and a lot of them were...subpar. Seriously, Ellie wouldn't be surprised to find at least half of them eating the glue they used on those construction paper families. Besides, the only free time they ever had to socialize was during recess, a fact Eleanor found positively tyrannical.

 

She had read about that in, like, Plato's Republic, so it was totally legit.

 

Anyhow, today's lesson was about Diagon Alley, a shopping district she had frequented many a time. Being lectured at about it was so passé that Ellie found her eyes practically welding shut on their own. Rather than use class for a free cat-nap, though, the eleven-year-old had more self-serving plans. Why bother listening to this when she could be sitting by the fountain? But it would be even more fun if she could escape with someone else, someone of the non-glue eating contingent of class...Eleanor scanned the room, conveniently realizing that her neighbor might be just the person.

 

Eleanor spoke out of the side of her mouth, so as to evade detection. "What do you say we get out of here?"

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Maligaya Magen

On principle, Gaya hated Pre-Hogwarts Primary. It stood for the beginning of this ridiculous boarding school nonsense that Doon was making her go through. She didn't understand why he didn't just tell the school that Gaya didn't want to go and he could teach her magic at home instead. He basically did that now with their tinkering anyways, even if sometimes projects only got finished because Gaya got bored and finished the ones they'd half-started (and by they, that was mostly just Doon who never finished them).

 

She had enjoyed Diagon Alley. It was fascinating to see what wizards thought was necessary enough to have in bulk that they created shops for it, and even more fascinating to see their advertising styles that were eerily similar to the TV ads Gaya watched occasionally. Still, that didn't mean she wanted to hear their teacher ramble on about it. So she had dabbed a bit of glue on her finger and was tapping it against her desk lightly, seeing how long it would take for either the glue to dry completely or to lose its stickiness. Whichever came first.

 

Thankfully, reprieve came in the form of one Eleanor Malverne. Gaya had taken it upon herself to learn everyone's names, if only so she would never be caught unawares by a classmate. Of course, that didn't mean she knew much about any of her classmates, but she did know that Eleanor was like her and @Honorine Nott: hardly excited about the prospect of PHP as a whole.

 

So of course, when Eleanor asked if Gaya wanted to get out of there, she was more than happy to comply. "Do you have a plan?" she asked, glancing at the girl quickly so their teacher wouldn't notice, but so that Eleanor knew Gaya was responding. If there was no plan, they'd have to come up with one quickly, because it was hardly likely that their teacher would take to two students just strolling out of class.

 

A distraction. They'd need one of those.

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The instructors were still prattling on, at this point just listing the shops in it as if they were encyclopedias the students could peruse when need be. Eleanor's eyes glazed over as she concentrated on the response from the girl next to her, who she thought was named Gala, or something else sufficiently dignified and wizardly weird.

 

Rather than answer her newfound accomplice, knowing that any kind of planning would have to be long-winded, Eleanor grabbed one of the blasted pink sheets of construction paper closest to her and started scribbling in purple crayon. She was sure to glance quizzically at the board every so often, just to be sure that she and this Gala could escape unscathed...But they would have to be quick, because once class was over, it wouldn't matter what they had planned.

 

This is what Ellie wrote:

 

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How about I ask to go to the restroom, or you ask, and then the other one makes a distraction of some kind and then we escape? Let's meet at the fountain, we should avoid the windows too.

 

This last sentence written as a kind of afterthought, because meeting in the corridor outside the classroom seemed both stupid and risky. She passed it to Gala, fingers crossed that the girl would agree and they could get out of here.

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Maligaya Magen

Gaya was not the sort of student that would break the rules just because. She was, however, the sort of student who would break the rules if it seemed like a way better idea than following them. Like when it came to getting out of the classroom to escape the boring lecture. 

 

Watching Eleanor grab the paper confused Gaya. Why would she want to --- ohhh, she wasn't taking notes, but writing them. Okay. Gaya tried not to get impatient as she waited for the note to make its way to her, eyes ahead of her to make @Mrs Barclay think they were paying attention to her.

 

She slid the note closer to her, trying to discreetly read it. Gaya grabbed one of the bright green pieces of paper in front of her and a blue crayon and scribbled one sentence:

How loudly can you scream?

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Eleanor was enjoying herself, for the first time in quite awhile. She and this Gala were planning quite beautifully, in her opinion, and now she had responded to Ellie's hastily scribbled note. Eleanor tried to control her excitement and managed to keep her gaze forward.

 

Once her compatriot had finished, the brunette glanced down to the left at the response. How loudly can I scream... Eleanor pondered, puzzling out how that would help them flee the scene. And then, a distant memory from a summer past floated to the surface. She recalled sitting in the family breakfast nook, and seeing the headline in the Prophet. A Death Eater attack, at PHP...she had even met one of the Aurors in the Park earlier that summer. Yes, that would do.

 

Ellie breathed evenly to steel herself for her next act. She would need to use her best dramatic skills, in order to give them a chance at escape. She inhaled deeply, once, twice. And then she screamed. It was shrill, piercing, there was no way everyone in the classroom wouldn't be able to hear her. "THERE'S A STRANGE MAN IN THE PARK, OVER THERE!" She pointed conveniently away from the door, an escape route. "I JUST SAW HIM STEP BEHIND A TREE. WE'RE GONNA BE KIDNAPPED!" There, that should do it.

 

She looked at Gala, crouched, and began to make her escape. 

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Maligaya Magen

Gaya could see the excitement brewing in Ellie's face, her own joy in the idea of getting out of the classroom and getting to enjoy the fresh, summer air growing as the other girl read her response. It wasn't the kind of plan Gaya would consider complete, but it had enough components and she gathered that they were both competent enough to make it work.

 

She just hoped she hadn't misjudged her companion's competency. 

 

Gaya tried not to look too closely as Ellie seemed to be preparing for something. Was it to respond? Or something else entirely? For some reason, her first thought wasn't that Ellie had understood what Gaya's note had implied, but as soon as the girl started shouting about being kidnapped, Gaya couldn't help the huge grin on her face.

 

She waited til their teacher and a majority of their classmates were distracted before she, too, crouched and headed towards the door. Gaya kept glancing back, just to make sure Mrs Barclay didn't catch them. 

 

Once the door to the classroom was latched shut behind them, Gaya let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall beside the door. It wasn't quite home free, but it was close. "Should we risk going outside now or wait a few minutes?" she asked, trying to be inconspicuous at looking into the room they'd just left.

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Eleanor's shriek of fear had suitably distracted their class. Most of the students had sped to the windows to look at the imagined threat. This gave Eleanor and Gala ample time to escape the stifling confines of the classroom. Ellie looked at her compatriot, as Gala raced to the door and periodically checked for signs of pursuit.

 

This kind of activity normally lived outside of Eleanor's wheelhouse. She would usually not have risked such dramatics to escape this environment, having endured it for the entire summer. However, their summer was nearing its end. The terminus of Hogwarts loomed over the soon-to-be first years' heads, remaining ever-present in the girl's mind. Soon, she would no longer be wasting her time. These unjust conditions gave Eleanor the impetus needed to follow Gaya out the door and into the outside corridor.

 

Eleanor leaned against the wall with Gaya, turned and looked at the girl, and grinned. "I reckon we've done it. Let's wait for exactly one minute, leave at the opposite wall of the windows, and then we can make our way into the Park?" She asked the plan, rather than ordered, because her fellow had made her competence apparent. Eleanor could trust her. "What's your name? Mine's Eleanor." She offered her hand.

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Maligaya Magen

Gaya had to keep back an excited laugh at the fact that they had done it. Sure, they had broken a rule or two, but the thing was that they had managed to succeed in breaking the rules. What was more exciting than getting away with something?

 

She nodded at Ellie’s suggestion, a grin on her face. “They’ll never think to check for us there, I’ll bet,” she said, glancing at the watch Doon had given her as a birthday present a few years ago. She glanced back at Eleanor at her question, reaching out to shake her hand. “Maligaya, but I prefer Gaya,” she told her, giving Ellie’s hand a firm shake. She made a note to keep Eleanor in mind for future shenanigans, because clearly the girl was a good partner in crime.

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