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@❛ ? » mirabelle morgenstern。⁰⁷ The slight blush was victory enough, though deep down Sirona did not want to stop before her friend’s face was the same shade as her own hair. It was simply to cute to see the woman so flustered, especially when most of what she said was things she was sure people would agree with had they heard. Mira was one of the top students, and definitely someone to get inspired by.

“Yer preaching ta the front pews,” Sirona agreed and sighed. “Can never say much about how I’d be treated if they ever found out I liked women too. They saw mi face and heard mi name, and- ” Her shoulders went up in a nonchalant shrug. It had never fully stopped stinging, but she had learned to live with the memories of it. “Well, ye know how they are…”

Hearing that she might even be so lucky as to see the defense itself, she sat up a bit more, excitement flashing within her eyes. Her leg, still hanging idly off the side of Mira’s bed had slowly began shaking up and down, her foot tapping an incomprehensibly fast beat against the floor. “Are ye feckin’ serious? I’d love that! I could should support from the back rows, like,” she excitedly chuckled. “I won’t, of course. What kind of friend would I be if I interrupted a moment like that, but still! I’d be sitting there quietly fistpumpin’s when ye made good arguments.”

@❛ ? » sirona lee ó braináin。⁰⁷ Mira laughed softly at Sirona's compliment. It was true, she was a bit proud of her grades but she hated bragging. Learning was just one of her favorite things, she had to admit. So she was blushing as Sirona complimented her. She shook her head in amusement, setting down the cuticle trimmer and grabbing another tool to buff then file Sirona's nails so the paint would last longer.

"Yeah it is heavy, but I think it's important, you know? I've had to deal with harassment from the muggle world most of my life, when I'm not here. It's gross and- I mean, really, how have we made it to 2024 with people still debating rights for women and even LGBT+ people? It's absurd." She shook her head. She was fired up, alright. At Sirona's request, she giggled, "If you want to sit and read my 30 page thesis after I'm done writing it, be my guest. Hell, I could probably sneak you into the defense of my dissertation."

She couldn't agree more with what Sirona had to say, though. The board was entirely made up of men (minus one woman), but she thought if she could get the history of magic professor as her faculty advisor, she would be able to have some kind of leeway.

@❛ ? » mirabelle morgenstern。⁰⁷ Trying to be at her best behaviour, Sirona followed closely to Mira’s instructions, even if her fingers wanted to wiggle about. There was a lot of energy still stored in her body despite her day having been a mess, but soon enough she found a strange, almost therapeutic stillness from the work Mira was doing.

“Have ye ever written aythin’ that wasn’ a bloody masterpiece?” the redhead continued, wanting to build up her friend. She had always been better with all the school stuff than Sirona herself, so she had little doubt that this would work out too. “Heavens above, ye picked a heavy topic. Though the thought itself is intreaguin’. Would ye allow me ta flip through it when yer done? It actually sounds pretty fascinatin’.”

Sirona couldn’t help the little chortle at the other’s cute demeanour. “Ta be fully feckin’ honest with ye: If they found the topic ta be too controversial, ye’d already be half way done with yer full thesis assignment. Perhaps they see that there is brains behind all yer beauty and they get frightened by ye, love,” she continued with a humorous hint to her voice.

@❛ ? » sirona lee ó braináin。⁰⁷ Mirabelle, in an attempt to calm Sirona's fidgeting, took the young woman's hand and grabbed a sunflower yellow nail polish out of her kit to paint her nails. She started with her cuticle trimmer though, instructing Sirona to sit still while she worked so that she wouldn't accidentally hurt her.

"You really think they'll approve it so quickly?" She asked, the hope evident in her voice. "I hope so too. I decided on doing research in misogyny and ism in the wizarding world with focuses on different institutions like the Ministry and even Hogwarts itself, to see if there are any parallels pulled between us and the muggle world, and how it trickles down to young witches throughout the world."

Mirabelle blushed, suddenly embarrassed, "Sorry, I know that was a mouthful. I just don't know if I'll find not only a faculty advisor but if the board will approve a topic so... Controversial? Is that the right word? You know I've never cared about being perceived as a feminist because I /am/ one, but I'm just not sure how it will play out in front of the research board."

@❛ ? » mirabelle morgenstern。⁰⁷ “Ooooh, it’s been a right feckin’ mess from the off,” Sirona scoffed as she rolled over onto her back to look up at the roof. “I overslept, thought it was a Monday for some reason, sat in on a herbology class for the sixth years without realizing, got lost and late for mi second class. And that’s just the feckin’ start of the tale of sheit that followed me through the whole day.”

She let out a loud, slightly overdramatised huff of air. “The stairs up ta 4th started moving as I was ruhin’ down. Sent me tumblin’ right on mi arse front of a bunch of the lads and lasses that just started. And ta put a cherry on top of it all, I lost my earring somwhere, and I have no feckin’ idea when or where it happened. Even tried an accio charm. Nothin’!”

“That said-“ The ever energetic redhead kicked off her canvas shoes and hopped up a little, the bright smile still on her lips. “Why bog it down with talks of everythin’ that could and did go awry? Congratulations on the thesis proposal. Somethin’ tells me they’ll approve it by end of next week, latest. Yer aways good on comin’ up with ideas on all that.”

@❛ ? » sirona lee ó braináin。⁰⁷ Mirabelle thought Sirona was one of the funniest schoolmates she’d ever met. She had such a way with words, and that hard Irish accent never failed to make her giggle. She held her hand in front of , trying to stifle her laughter as the other woman complained about her day. She was sat in her pajamas, a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt, cross legged and painting her nails when Hurricane Sirona blew into the dorm room.

“Sounds like you’ve had a rough day!” Mirabelle empathized, screwing the cap onto her nail polish bottle and blowing on her nails to aid the drying process, “My day certainly wasn’t as eventful as yours, I don’t think. I wrote up my proposal for my thesis project, I just have to find a faculty advisor and then take it to the board for approval. But that’s boring! Tell me about your day?”

@❛ ? » mirabelle morgenstern。⁰⁷ To think the blasted day had finally come to an end.
Sirona’s head hung heavy as she barged into the dorm-room through the round door. Her robes went flying towards her bed, missing by a couple feet but she couldn’t care. What she needed right then was a friend, and she luckily saw on there already. Even in the dim moonlight glow from the halfmoon windows in the small cubbyhole, she was unmistakeable.

“Mira, gorgeous, hi, hello, evenin’, how are ye?” The words all tumbled out of her as she walked in Mirabelle’s direction, her hand already at her neck undoing her tie. If there was one person that could understand the hell of a mess that was her mind, it was Mira. “Ye would not believe the feckin’ day I’ve had. It’s been one feckin’ problem after another, with no end in sight, like.”

A small ungraceful leap landed Sirona at the foot end of the bed, her bright red hair contrasting with the yellow quilts to make for an almost Gryffindorian display. “But… Seein’ ye gives me at least a reason ta smile. What’re ye up to? How’s yer day been? Better than mine, I hope for certain.”