Adrienne wasn't often in Hogsmeade, but she had promised to show Wyatt what the Wizarding World had in the way of candy. That said, she was walking down the main street of the village when she heard crashes and saw the tale-tell lights that came from wands when given a spell to fire. She couldn't explain her instincts, but they were yelling for her to run and help whomever was caught in the battle. All she truly knew was that if someone was in trouble, she was one of the most advanced in healing spells in her year - she wouldn't dare claim to be the best, but she did know some highly effective ones.
Taking off without a care if anyone saw her running, she ran down the path that students' feet had dug over the years, and opened the door to yelling and crashing. Looking up the stairs, she began climbing, as quietly as she could.
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Trisha hadn't spent much time in the Wizarding World lately, except when she went down to Diagon Alley the other day, and later went to Nathan's house to watch a match. Spending time with people like her made her feel a bit better, of course, so she had decided to investigate Hogsmeade for the day. She had just left the joke shop - something she wasn't particularly inclined to be in anyways - when she saw a girl she was nearly certain was from her house suddenly bolt down the road. What in the world?
Looking in the direction the girl was heading, she understood. Something was wrong in the Shrieking Shack. Tris, usually afraid to advance in cases like this, wasn't about to let this girl run into a fight alone. Luckily, she was used to sports and had quite the athletic talent, so running to catch up wasn't a problem. She passed through the entry way just as the other girl started up the stairs.
Seeing her up close, it was easy to recognize her. Adrienne, a few years ahead, and a Ravenclaw like herself. "Adrienne, wait." She said, faintly out of breath.
"Together?" Addie asked, not even questioning the other girl's appearance. She must have recognized Tris in return. Nodding, Trisha walked with her up the stairs.
Another round of spells was fired and Tris flinched, glancing at Addie. She had never seen the elder Ravenclaw so determined.
Wait. One of those voices belonged to someone in Trisha's year. Hitamé. She couldn't let a friend be hurt, there would be none of that. Rushing up the stairs, Tris leaned around the doorframe to see who it was, Addie close behind.
Adrienne knew immediately who that was. Henri, who had been so mean to Erika Dixon, her roommate. Glaring at them, Addie led Tris as they burst into the room, wands at the ready.