>>6199194A bit later you were showered of with a somewhat pink cheeked tall, lanky girl, a groggy mirror image of you, and a small brunet who looked kind of happy the four of you had used the communal area of the showers that was open, had no walls between the shower heads.
Got dressed in casual cloths since class was canceled, though Aubrey was in her full Ilvermorny get up, since she had to set an example.
A good girl, heh. One you were maybe corrupting but… you didn’t really feel bad about that.
Went and caught the tail end of breakfast in a dining hall that should have had far more people in it… you suppose some were still freaked out by what had happened. More waffles and medium fried eggs for you and your little cabal of hot witch bitches then. Had Anna come and join you; was informed Chris was helping the Caretakes fix some of the damage to the grounds since he was an ace with herbology and wanted to maybe become a magical architect since he was great with muggle math, Arithmancy, could draw well, and was creative. Smart enough to be on the same team Macy was on of as part of her scholarship.
A couple delicious plates for you, three for your sister and Aubrey, and a full five for Anna-Beth, and only a single for you littlest sis, you were at the large target range at the very edge of the school, facing the forest and with a large, tall berm at its back to catch bullets. One or two boys were there at the end of the field who Aubrey waved at; on her team apparently. And...
Hilda, of all people was there, right towards the front with her extremely long hair tied up and a weird metal eye cover on her left eye and a pair of fingerless leather gloves on. Tight fitting athletic gear with a tee that said Walther with an emblem on her back.
She had… well you didn’t have words for it; you knew jack and shit about guns. But a very, very fancy looking pistol in her hands and was dumping the magazine and reloading so quick it was hard to keep up before continuing to ring steel on tiny round plates at least 40 feet out. On the bench was something equally exotic but far meaner looking, one that reminded you of Aubrey’s ‘Sanrio”, but lacking in the cartoon cat grips and more… profession looking, for lack of a better word along with a tower of different ammo boxes on a small bench behind her.
After Hilda had finished her last mag, silenced mostly by quieting charms built into the gun like yours and had turned to grab a draw from a large muggle water bottle and to grab more ammo, Aubrey ran up to her and almost tackled the slightly shorter girl.
What every person decided a 3000-character limit was enough for a game/story form board vs. just a shit posting one needs the noose; the rope.
