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Hazel was on one of her first duty rounds of the term, and it was something Hazel wasn't exactly ready for since she knew people were going to be having their drinking moments. She hated having to break up alcohol situations since drunk people were not fun to deal with in Hazel's mind.

She had been in charge of doing the Forbidden Corridor which she hated with a passion. Although she was experienced, so this job would be an easy task for her tonight. It didn't take long for her to hear things, and she just prayed that it wasn't some weird creature or something. "Who is there? You aren't supposed to be here," she called out.

@Hyacinth Macmillan

Macmillan wasn't exactly sure how it happened after attending Hogwarts for so long, but he had gotten lost. This area of the school wasn't as strictly forbidden as the Forbidden Forest, so there couldn't have been any harm in walking around and chilling through there.

That came to an end quicker than he expected. He should've realized the no fun police were on patrol at this time.

"What's so forbidden about it? Can you answer that?"

@Hazel Cartwright

The look of the corridor should have been enough indication for for it was forbidden. The place looked really scary and Hazel didn’t think a explanation was needed, but she got closer to see it was Macmillan.

“It’s been closed off for decades, so that should be enough indication.” sighed Hazel who just wanted someone to not question her activity. “Macmillan, there are a lot of other halls to sneak into.” she pointed out, all he had to do was avoid this one.

@Hyacinth Macmillan

"So closed off that you can walk into it no problem? Sure..." If anything, it seemed the worst of its issues were unattended to cobwebs and rooms needed cleaned.

Macmillan crossed his arms as he got up from where he was chilling and moved closer to the light coming from the corridor entrance. "I got lost, alright?!"

@Hazel Cartwright

Hazel had to agree they could have done a better job at trying to keep it shut. “I agree with you Professor Voclain needs to find a way to keep it shut.” she said with a sigh, because kids were unpredictable. When he said she got lost Hazel didn’t feel like being a bitch about it. “Would you like me to help you get back to safety?” asked Hazel who didn’t mind helping him. “I won’t deduct points this time since you got lost, but please don’t be lying to me.” she said with a sigh right now. She felt terrible.

@Hyacinth Macmillan

Why was such a fuss being made about this so-called Forbidden Corridor? Hardly anybody enforced how forbidden the Forbidden Forest was. How was this any different? If Macmillan was in more of a talk-back mood, he'd argue that this corridor's safety trumps the Forbidden Forest. He couldn't be bothered to waste energy like that first week of term.

"I can walk myself out." Macmillan was ready to make his way out when he remembered that it'd be good to stay within the good graces of at least one prefect. "Thanks for asking."

@Hazel Cartwright

Hazel let out a sigh as Macmillan said he’d walk himself out. “Are you sure?” she asked hoping she’d be able to help. She didn’t like being the bad prefect, but sometimes you just had to be the bad prefect. “Your welcome,” she said as she started to walk out hoping for some conversation.

@Hyacinth Macmillan

"I'm sure. I'm not a first year."

He already felt as if he was being treated by one by his own brother; he didn't need to deal with the same from his peers. Macmillan walked out of the corridors and looked around. "What time is it?"

@Hazel Cartwright

Hazel sighed she only wanted to help Macmillan, since she saw that he was usually lonely. “I was just trying to be nice, I didn’t think you were.” she sighed, did sounding nurturing sound like that.

When he asked the time, she looked at her pocket watch she took with her on her rounds to keep track of time. “It is 11:30pm.” she said before looking up at him. “Why do you ask?” she asked a little confused. She saw him looking around.

@Hyacinth Macmillan

Now he felt like an ass. It seemed as if his brother's determination to send him away would be the one thing to start the domino effect of a shoddy term. That damn twat!

"Sorry," he said rubbing his arm slightly. "Twat insisted on taking me to Platform 9 3/4 as if I'm not an adult, and it's had me moody all week..."

It was 23:30? Fuck. "I didn't realize it was that late."

@Hazel Cartwright

Hazel felt bad to hear that his brother felt the need to treat him like a child. “That’s so horrible, what was his reasoning?” she said with a raised eyebrow. She didn’t know much about the Macmillan family, but she could see it bothered Macmillan. “It’s fine, I know what it’s like to be moody, my mother thought she’d marry me off to a misogynist.” she said with a sigh. “I know the pain. You should tell your brother to stop being such a twat.” she chuckled.

She didn’t know the relationship, but letting someone know they were wrong was easy, but she also had no place with her current situation right now. “Yeah it’s pretty late? Do you want someone to talk too though?” she asked with a little smile. She didn’t mind sitting and talking.

"He believed that there should always be a send-off. He's such a twat. He dismisses my ability to do whatever I want with my life. He wants me to work a boring desk job instead of following my dreams."

He was certain his older brother was born with a hot iron rod up the ass. There was no other explanation for how he was.

"I've been telling him to many times over the years. He doesn't want to stop being a twat as he believes it's for my better good..." Macmillan cringed at the thought. "I guess it wouldn't hurt. Would make the walk to the common room less of a drag."

@Hazel Cartwright

Hazel hated when people didn’t give others the proper space they needed. She felt bad for Hyacinth to say the least that his brother had to be like that. “That sounds pretty horrible if you ask me.” she pointed out she said, and had heard stories about the older Macmillan siblings. She also felt like she could relate to him, “My parents are the same way they think it’s better off for me to marry a man right out of Hogwarts and produce this huge legacy, instead of letting me follow my dreams of being a politician.” she said with a huge sigh.

It sucked a lot if you ask her.

“The same with my mother, and I’d wish people just let us do our own thing.” she said with a sigh. Parents didn’t exactly know what was best for their children when it came down to it in the end. A smile came across her face when he said he didn’t mind her walking back with him. “That’s awesome and I was thinking the same thing jt gives us time to walk and chat.” she said hoping to have some conversation tonight since she needed it.

@Hyacinth Macmillan

There were families that still practiced arranged marriages? It was a good thing his had no real association with those types outside of mingling around common pureblood haunts. "You want to be a politician?" Macmillan couldn't help but snicker at the thought. "That twat would love you for that. He's all about ass-kissing the Ministry so he can become an obliviator."

"I count my lucky stars I wasn't born a Potter with how often Moaning Myrtle tries to tell me I look like one. Have you ever seen that damn ghost slither through the pipes? She always chooses the sink I use in the fourth floor bathroom." Macmillan clasped his hands together and made a snake-like motion with his arms.

@Hazel Cartwright