With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
It was a busy time of year, so close to exams for his students - some exams, such as the OWLs and the NEWTs, more important than others - and that's why today, Jack was focusing on revision. "Good afternoon everyone, I hope you are well. Today, we're focusing on a topic you have studied in years past that will appear in the end year class exams and for those of you in your final year, your NEWTs. That is why it is integral that you participate in this lesson."
"Since just about everyone has been present or an active contributor to the class discussion of boggarts in the past, I'm going to write a series of eight questions up on the board. After all eight are written, you may raise your hand and answer any question in any order. If you are correct, you will receive house points - the amount of which you will receive is dependent on how thorough your answer is. Understand? Good. Let's get started."
With a wordless gesture of his hand towards the chalkboard at the front of the classroom, a piece of stark white chalk moved to the board and started scrawling a set of questions:
1. What are the defining characteristics of a boggart?
2. What type of hiding planes are boggarts typically drawn to?
3. If a witch or wizard has multiple greatest fears, how does a boggart react?
4. The Boggart-Banishing spell is not always an easy one to perform. What are the difficulties of the spell itself?
5. Is it possible for muggles to encounter boggarts?
6. What is considered to be the muggle equivalent of a boggart?
7. What does the Ministry of Magic classify a boggart as?
8. Give at least one example of a famous boggart and how it was defeated.
As the enchanted piece of chalk levitated back to it's tray, Jack gave his class a slight smile as he waited to see the first showing of hands.
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Boggarts. A heavy sigh escaped Wolfgang's lips as he watched the words appear on the blackboard. Facing your deepest fears was bad enough on your own time, just in your head, but when they materialized in front of a classroom? The emotional toll of it became that much more terrible. When he'd faced a boggart as a 13 year old, it had been simple -- a big snake. Now he was older, and things were far more complicated.
What would he see? Himself, poor and hideous? His father? Or would it be Isobel? Whatever it was, Wolfgang wasn't ready to face it. Perhaps if he participated in the theoretical part, he could weasel his way out of having to face the real thing.
Once Professor O'Connor had given the sign, Wolfgang's hand shot up.
"Question number 3," he began, "If someone has several greatest fears, in a Boggart's nature is to replicate all of them. Thus, the Boggart will replicate these fears one at a time until it has been banished. In the case of several mages encountering a Boggart at the same time, it'll try to replicate, for example, if we have two people, both of their fears at the same time, which can lead to less than scary results."
It was a little overkill, but the boy held on to his hope that if he showed he knew enough, he wouldn't have to do anything more. Hope dies last.
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The worst of them all. Boggarts. Mavican was so hopeful that the last time she went through this was exactly that, the last time. Still, this class was important and with how much Jack has done for her, given her a roof to sleep under this summer in exchange for some work on a farm, she couldn't complain. Honestly she would be worse off without it. The redhead arched her brow as he started and looked at the questions on the board, she swiftly wrote them all down on parchment and rose her hand to answer one of them.
"Question number five." she started. "Muggles can sometimes see boggarts, unlike other non beings like dementors, muggles can see boggarts but because they don't believe in magic or the fact that the boggart is what it is they often dismiss it as hallucinations or figments of their imagination." she said and spun her pen around between her fingers. She had once heard of this woman who thought she saw her dead brother once and though she was quite addicted to drugs, Mavican couldn't help but think if it was actually the drugs.
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Jan 1, 2020 10:08:52 GMT
There were bags under the eyes of the blonde who walked into the classroom a little later than the others. She had been drinking herself to sleep last night because otherwise she couldn't even think of sleeping and she was having the worst headache at the moment. Her eyes were void of life, it was like she was there but she wasn't there. Kaylie had sat down in her usual seat and didn't even bother grabbing her books from her bag, she just wanted to close her eyes and pretend no one was here. It was then that she caught the words boggart. "Fuck.." she grumbled under her breath and coughed, covering her mouth with her hand.
Just fucking great. Kaylie's boggart used to be herself, abusive towards a baby she was holding but she knew that was in the past. She didn't even picture herself as an abusive mother any longer and instead she felt like her boggart would be far worse. It would be a display of who she was inside, a display of what her mother had done to her and fuck if she let that be shown to the others. No she wasn't participating, he could flunk her for all she cared.
Kaylie crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. Fuck this.
Post by SCARLETT BIANCHI on Jan 1, 2020 10:49:22 GMT
Here she was, a pregnant woman with her due date only two months away. By now it was even hard to get out of bed and when she did manage to get out she needed Nadya to help her which she HATED. Scarlett has always been an elegant and independent woman and she wasn't going to let that reputation go to waste because of a child. The brunette walked with her head held high, her spell causing her to be her beautiful skinny self into the classroom. As far as the world knew, she wasn't a single day pregnant and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as humanly possible.
She was surely in no mood to fight a boggart but she might as well answer questions. "There is the Screaming Bogey of Strathtully, a boggart that fed on the fears of the local muggles." she started after raising her hand and answering the last question on the board. "The boggart eventually turned into a black shadow with white eyes and was defeated by Lyall Lupin who trapped it in a matchbox." she said and arched her brow. Sure there could be words about the fact that the man who fought the boggart was a lupin but she honestly would wave off arguments as soon as they ensued.
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Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Jan 2, 2020 5:53:25 GMT
It was times like this, as Grace sat in front of Professor O'Connor besides Raouf,, that she wondered why she even bothered taking Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Yes, it was needed for her NEWTs but she was just so horrible at it, and every single time she tried to cast a spell in front of her classmates... it didn't work. It wasn't like she didn't put any effort in either - she raked over the spell movements and the incantation in her brain over again and again before performing it, but then her wand ended up sparking or smoking or doing literally everything than it wasn't supposed to when she attempted to cast the spell. It was embarrassing, and it just confirmed what Grace thought about herself - that she was an incompetent witch, destined to be unsuccessful in life.
Waiting to hear just what they'd be learning today, Grace's fingers fiddled with the pendant of her necklace. Merlin, she hoped it was an all-practical lesson. But then Professor O'Connor announced they were revisiting boggarts and her heart sunk like a shipwreck caught out at sea. "I can't do this. I'm awful at boggarts," she murmured quietly, already wanting to cry. She was going to make a fool of herself again, just like she had in years past.
In third year, her boggart had been the flying Professor marching towards her with a broomstick in hand, demanding that Grace play Quidditch. Instead of turning the Professor into someone funny, Grace had been so overcome with fear of being made to fly that she'd burst into tears. In fourth year, it had been the sight of her severed, bloody drawing hand that had Grace so sick to her stomach, she refused to move, terrified of losing the one ability she was somewhat talent at. Then last year, Grace's boggart had been herself hyperventilating and crying to the point where she was gasping for air, struggling to breathe, and the matron had to be called urgently because Grace had ended up having a very real panic attack on the spot.
Grace's history with boggarts was tragic, and instead of speaking up to answer one of the questions posed by Professor O'Connor like she usually would, she retreated into herself and fell completely quietly.
A lesson about boggarts was enough to make Vinda scoff from where she was sitting, legs primly crossed. This would be the fourth year they did this, and Vinda had conquered the art of defeating her boggart all the way back in her third year. She'd not failed any of the subsequent boggart vanishings either, taking great joy in transforming her drunk mother's clothing into something from Flora's closet because that made the sight of the inebriated woman hilarious and not just wholly embarrassing.
Raising her hand in the air after listening to her peers answer the questions on the board, Vinda tackled question number eight. "Boggarts are classified as non-beings, a type of magical spirit. Much like dementors and poltergeists, they're classed as amortal and therefore cannot truly ever be destroyed or killer," she answered with a curt nod, precise and to the point. If they were doing boggarts again, she wanted to get it over and done with.
Defense against the dark arts was Rae's favorite class and she was happy to fight whatever she was going to have to fight because honestly she was a bit bored with the theoretical classes lately. The werewolf subject was her least favorite since her brother became one of them, something she was forever going to be angry about. The brunette happily sat down behind Grace and Raouf and eyed the professor who talked about today's lesson. A boggart! Okay so fears sucked and Rae wasn't going to deny that but she was going to turn something awful into a joke and that was fun!
Rae grabbed her book and looked up the boggart before looking at the questions again and raising her hand. "How did you acquire a boggart professor?" she asked him curiously and couldn't imagine she'd be the only one wondering how he got something like that.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Jan 7, 2020 5:05:14 GMT
The end of the year was looming ahead, his NEWTs completely in sight, and Matheus was... he was nervous even though he hadn't exactly told anyone that. It was important that he did well, and even though he wasn't the most active contributor to discussions in class or all that enthusiastic about studying... he wasn't failing. He was doing well - not as great as some, but well enough to hopefully get into the Auror traineeship program next year. He needed to get into it - sure, the money was slack as a trainee but he'd be making more than he would working in a bar, and he could give a decent amount of his pay to him mãe. Every little bit helped, and maybe it meant she wouldn't be constantly stressing herself out to make ends meet. Maybe her patience tolerance would grow, and she wouldn't be snapping at them because she was so high-strung about possibly not affording rent that week.
Combing his fingers through his hair, pushing them out of his high, Matheus grimaced as he heard O'Connor say they'd be doing boggarts today. Great. He'd had success in years past dispelling his, but it was a pretty rough subject nonetheless and he wasn't looking forward to it. Reading the questions as they appeared on the chalkboard, then listening to his fellow peers' answers, Matheus was surprisingly serious as he spoke up. "Question four - even though the charm is pretty simple and stuff." Much like him, some would say. "It's hard to keep your concentration because boggarts turn into your worst fear and throw you off guard."
Post by MAVICAN JONES on Jan 14, 2020 10:16:43 GMT
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Though Mavican had answered the question the professor wrote, she was still sitting there, spinning her pen between her fingers and nudged the person next to her, her goodest friend. (you made me do this). She wondered what his greatest fear would be, they had spent years together and she knew him as well as he let her know him but they never told each other about their biggest fears, never mentioned it because what a downer of a topic was that right? She wanted to see Rowan's smile not his tears.
She adored him to pieces and the thought of him in pain and having to face his fears made her just want to jump in front of him and confront her own, be brave like that. Maybe she was in the wrong house after all. "I thought last year was the end of it for us." she mumbled to him and started drawing doodles while she waited for the professor to continue the class. "What if my fear has evolved into some super alien?" she asked him and her eyes were a bit big. "Shit what if it's my mother?" she asked him.
'Bloody DADA,' was all that Rowan could think as he sat in a chair besides Mavican, dragging his large oaf-like hands over his face and through the locks of his hair. "Dude, if O'Connor wants to traumatise us then couldn't he do it with something way cooler? Like, uh... inferi or some shit? Not this boggart crap," he grumbled, uncharacteristically grumpy because he had a really bad feeling about what his would be this year. It wouldn't be the clown from IT or Freddy Krueger, as it had been in years past, but something a bit more personal instead of regular childhood demons.
Speaking of demons... Rowan raised his hand at question number 6. "Yeah, they reckon the equivalent is the boogeyman, right?" he answered, before his brows furrowed as Mavican went on a tirade about what hers would be. Shit, man, he really didn't want to watch her worst fears transform in front of her. His were bad enough, but he'd heard some dark, dark shit about Mavican's mother and he wasn't sure if he could watch her try and face her. "I'll be your knight in Shining Armour then. Just call me, uh... what's the one with the cool hair? Gawain."
Perhaps unsurprisingly, the very person to raise their hand and answer his question was Wolfgang and Jack gave the young man a small nod as he gave a correct answer to question number 3. "Correct, Wolfgang. A very thorough answer. Generally, if facing somebody with multiple greatest fears, the boggart will cycle through them in a random order. You're correct on the other front as well - usually a boggarts effectiveness is diminished when facing two or more people at the same time, as it would struggle deciding which form to take exactly," he said. "Given you answered two separate questions, one of which was not written on the board, that's 15 points to Ravenclaw. Well done."
The next person to answer his question was Mavican, answering question number 5. "Yes, good job, Mavican. 10 points to Ravenclaw. Essentially, whilst muggles can see boggarts, they often refuse to believe what they've seen is real. Thankfully, muggles rarely see boggarts because they typically lurk in dark, hidden places - usually confined ones, too - which is the question to number 2."
When Scarlett raised her hand to answer his question, Jack called on her without hesitation. It was good to see she was participating in the theoretical portion of this lesson because as they discussed beforehand in his office, she would not be engaging in the practical part. It was too much of a risk, given her current (hidden) state of pregnancy. "That's right, Scarlett. There's nothing else I can really add to that apt recounting of the story, so 10 points to Slytherin."
"Vinda, also correct. 10 points to Slytherin. To add to that, boggarts, dementors and other non-human spiritous apparitions can only be driven off - that's why it's so important to learn how to fend them off, because they'll always exist in the wizarding world and you need to know how to defend yourself to the best of your ability," Jack told his class, giving a firm nod. He understood they didn't want to revisit the topic, but his job as a Professor was to give his students the tools to defend themselves, regardless of their feelings on the subject itself.
Matheus and Rowan were the next to answer, giving short and brief answers. "5 points apiece to Gryffindor, Rowan and Matheus. The spell requires a lot of strength in mind, and good concentration because saying the spell aloud with the accompanying movement won't work. You need to be able to envision transforming your boggart into something that's funny, something that is quite challenging given it's quite literally the form of your worst fear," he added.
With the questions out of the way, Jack asked the class to stand up from their tables and desks, waiting until they acquiesced with his request before clearing the first few rows of tables to the sides and conjuring the wardrobe hiding the boggart to stand against the wall. "To answer your question of how I acquired a boggart, Rae, I have a contact in the Ministry that I'm on good terms with. He alerted me when he found one last," Jack said. Him having a positive relationship with a Ministry official was... somewhat surprising, given the amount of 'grief' (to paraphrase somebody else's words) he gave them on a regular basis, but the man was somebody he'd been on good terms with since Hogwarts.
"Please keep in mind that as in years past, I will give you a minute to defend your boggart all by yourself and if you have not produced a successful Boggart-Banishing Spell in that time frame, I will intervene. I have also arranged with the matron to come in and talk or give calming draughts to those who need them after we commence facing our boggarts." Of course, the new matron had not been particularly happy with the prospect of comforting shaken students, but... Jack got the idea that Mr. Karev wasn't overly pleased when it came to do anything.
With that out of the way, Jack clasped his hands together and stepped to the side. "Now, who's going to go first? As soon as somebody steps forward, we'll rip the hypothetical bandaid off and I'll open the wardrobe doors," he said, gesturing towards the wardrobe which was rattling and shaking all over the place - and shockingly, not splintering the furniture into lots of small pieces.
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Glancing around the room, Zoë couldn't believe that nobody was standing up to volunteer to face the boggart. Didn't they know it was something that, like, third years could deal with? All you had to remember was that it wasn't real. This had never been too much of a problem for Zoë, who had no reason to believe that the one she'd had in earlier years would have changed. In fact, it was probably more cemented than ever, considering her mother's arrangement with Rodrik's family, and honestly, she was sure that would make doing the charm against the boggart easier than ever.
"I'll do it," she said, raising her hand and standing up. Making her way to the shaking wardrobe, she raised her wand arm, ready for the creature (or whatever it was; she didn't entirely understand if the thing was alive or not) to be just as far out of the closet as she was.
As the professor released the lock, the first thing Zoë saw was the edge of a white skirt even impossibly puffier than the last time. Thanks, imagination, real helpful, she thought as her own beaming figure stepped out of the wardrobe, bouquet in hand, long dark hair cascading down her back. It was as if she was looking into a mirror that was all wrong, as if everything she did to look like herself for years had dissolved into the void. All wrong, all wrong...
"Riddikulus!" she cried, the dress shifting with a bang into something far more colorful, the bouquet turning into a handheld horn. Now that was more like it. With a satisfied smirk, she turned to head back to her desk.
Wolfgang was too preoccupied with ruminating on the possible shape of his boggart to listen to the answers presented by his classmates. He could feel his breathing getting shallow and his hands clammy and restless -- his distress was no doubt obvious to Isobel, who was sitting right next to him.
One after another, the questions were crossed off the list and, of bloody course, O'Connor had them stand up and clear some space. The small glimmer of hope Wolfgang had held onto shriveled up and died right then and there, taking the entirety of his chest cavity with it.
Almost immediately Wolfgang fetched his wand, fingers restlessly curling and uncurling around the handle. His eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out who'd be the first one to step up. To nobody's surprise, it was one of the Gryffindors - Zoe Valeria, and her boggart was...A very tame version of herself in a wedding dress? Was that truly what she feared? There was nothing about her attitude that implied that she was anything more than mildly annoyed with the shape of the boggart, like this was child's play to her.
At that moment, Wolfgang decided to just get out there and get it over with. O'Connor had said he'd intervene after a minute. Only a minute and it would all be over...At least until the next year.
Taking a deep breath he pushed past his girlfriend and stood in front of the carnival-ready depiction of Zoe and watched as it started shifting and turning and...
This was a horrible idea.
His gaze focused only on the figure in front of him, he didn't register the whispers behind him or the uncomfortable shuffling of his classmates. Tunnel vision. And at the end of that tunnel? He wished it would have been just a light.
No. His father was standing in the middle of the classroom. A man about half a foot taller than Wolfgang, lanky, with a narrow face and curly, pitch black hair. His dark brown eyes looked at Wolfgang with disdain. His father just stood there, body obscured by a long black coat. He just stood and didn't say a word.
And neither did Wolfgang. No, all Wolfgang did was breathe and stare right back at him, trying not to blink rapidly. It's just a boggart, Wolfgang, he's dead, you made sure of it, he's dead, he'll never come back, come on, raise your wand...
His limbs felt stiff as he lifted his arm up and pointed it at the boggart. And then he stammered out the spell, but instead of his father turning into something funny, he-it- shifted again.
Shorter, this time, with a little bit more muscle and a lot less age to his face, it was his brother. The same tuft of hair, the same dark, disdainful look in his eyes, the same black coat.
Wolfgang's hands were cramping around the wand, his breathing shallow.
Another ten or so seconds of staring at each other. Another failed incantation. Another shift.
This time...This time Wolfgang was faced with himself. With himself, black coat tattered, face covered in scars -- you might as well have taken a sharpie and written 'Werewolf' on his forehead.
This one didn't paralyze him anymore. No. The boy felt anger growing in his chest. He wasn't going to take this anymore, this embarrassment in front of everyone, this nausea that he was feeling, it was--
"Enough! Riddikulus!" he yelled, his voice cracking. This time the boggart grew a ridiculously old fashioned, oversized moustache that Wolfgang himself would never wear. It was over and done with.
Not gracing anyone with a glance, he spun around on his heel and pushed through the crowd to the back of the classroom, collapsing on a chair and burying his face in his hands as he tried to steady himself. It was over.
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There he was, her hero in shining armor and Mavican smooched Rowan's cheek before getting on her feet. This was the time where she would be facing the truth, two people went before her and she was not going to let her best friend or herself down. This was hopefully the last time she would do this and her hand squeezed Rowan's shoulder before heading over to the location where she'd fight the boggart. After Wolfgang moved past her like he'd seen his worst nightmare, which he had, she just let out a sigh. Maybe if she felt good enough she'd check up on him.
Mavican braced herself, her hand holding her wand when the boggart changed. She had expected so much and yet she didn't expect this. She didn't expect her own red hair looking so bleak like she hadn't taken care of herself for so long, she didn't expect the rags that made her look as homeless as she had been before Jack offered a roof over her head. Her face was pale and hollow like she hadn't eaten in weeks, her green eyes dim like there was no one home.
Was this how she'd be if she failed school? If she couldn't become what she aimed to be? A quidditch player with no future? "I ehm.." she felt her throat get sore, her heart beating faster as she started doubting herself. What if she would end up like this, poor, homeless once more, hollow and dead inside? Mavican cleared her throat, tears in the corner of her eyes. Her dead self about to reach out for her when she rose her wand. "Riddikulus." she said with a cracked voice as the boggart turned into a balloon animal.
Mavican stumbled backwards a bit and bumped into someone as she did so. "S-Sorry."
The worst of them all. Boggarts. Mavican was so hopeful that the last time she went through this was exactly that, the last time. Still, this class was important and with how much Jack has done for her, given her a roof to sleep under this summer in exchange for some work on a farm, she couldn't complain. Honestly she would be worse off without it. The redhead arched her brow as he started and looked at the questions on the board, she swiftly wrote them all down on parchment and rose her hand to answer one of them. 
There were bags under the eyes of the blonde who walked into the classroom a little later than the others. She had been drinking herself to sleep last night because otherwise she couldn't even think of sleeping and she was having the worst headache at the moment. Her eyes were void of life, it was like she was there but she wasn't there. Kaylie had sat down in her usual seat and didn't even bother grabbing her books from her bag, she just wanted to close her eyes and pretend no one was here. It was then that she caught the words boggart. "Fuck.." she grumbled under her breath and coughed, covering her mouth with her hand. 
Here she was, a pregnant woman with her due date only two months away. By now it was even hard to get out of bed and when she did manage to get out she needed Nadya to help her which she HATED. Scarlett has always been an elegant and independent woman and she wasn't going to let that reputation go to waste because of a child. The brunette walked with her head held high, her spell causing her to be her beautiful skinny self into the classroom. As far as the world knew, she wasn't a single day pregnant and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as humanly possible. 
It was times like this, as Grace sat in front of Professor O'Connor besides Raouf,, that she wondered why she even bothered taking Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Defense against the dark arts was Rae's favorite class and she was happy to fight whatever she was going to have to fight because honestly she was a bit bored with the theoretical classes lately. The werewolf subject was her least favorite since her brother became one of them, something she was forever going to be angry about. The brunette happily sat down behind Grace and Raouf and eyed the professor who talked about today's lesson. A boggart! Okay so fears sucked and Rae wasn't going to deny that but she was going to turn something awful into a joke and that was fun! 
The end of the year was looming ahead, his NEWTs completely in sight, and Matheus was... he was nervous even though he hadn't exactly told anyone that. It was important that he did well, and even though he wasn't the most active contributor to discussions in class or all that enthusiastic about studying... he wasn't failing. He was doing well - not as great as some, but well enough to hopefully get into the Auror traineeship program next year. He needed to get into it - sure, the money was slack as a trainee but he'd be making more than he would working in a bar, and he could give a decent amount of his pay to him mãe. Every little bit helped, and maybe it meant she wouldn't be constantly stressing herself out to make ends meet. Maybe her patience tolerance would grow, and she wouldn't be snapping at them because she was so high-strung about possibly not affording rent that week.
Though Mavican had answered the question the professor wrote, she was still sitting there, spinning her pen between her fingers and nudged the person next to her, her goodest friend. (you made me do this). She wondered what his greatest fear would be, they had spent years together and she knew him as well as he let her know him but they never told each other about their biggest fears, never mentioned it because what a downer of a topic was that right? She wanted to see Rowan's smile not his tears. 
