The Viaduct is an immense stone bridge in Hogwarts, which spans a gaping chasm. There is a safety balustrade, also built of stone, on each side of the bridge, to prevent people falling. At night, torches are lit to provide lighting. The Viaduct connects the Viaduct Courtyard and Viaduct Entrance. The bridge has many arches, with smaller and more frequent ones on the upper part and longer, larger but fewer below it, maybe to act as support. In the Battle of Hogwarts, animated stone soldiers were placed on the Viaduct.
- “Only the wind knows where it'll carry our dandelion souls,” Message Me - 17:47, June 19, 2017 (UTC)
She was leaning over the balustrade, looking down at the chasm. She's feeling better, without a doubt, but not enough to endure History of Magic. Cutting class so close to OWLs may not exactly be a good idea, but she isn't up for seeing anyone's face - especially not her girlfriend's, or best friends'.
- “Only the wind knows where it'll carry our dandelion souls,” Message Me - 17:56, June 19, 2017 (UTC)
She lifts her head, smiling when Dexter crosses her line of sight. For a brief moment, she admires his good looks. Without a doubt, if it weren't for the fact that she had a preference towards girls romantic-wise, she'd find him attractive, just like quite probably the rest of the girls in their year. "I don't know, shouldn't you?" she retorts, smirking.
- “Only the wind knows where it'll carry our dandelion souls,” Message Me - 18:40, June 19, 2017 (UTC)
"I envy you," Tori says, with a half-hearted eyeroll. Turning back to poke her head out the Viaduct, she looks down at the chasm. She trails her finger down the stone, tapping it rhythmically. "I wonder how deep this chasm is. Sort of wanna rush down it, you know. Not - not jumping, of course. But on a broom."
Constance was bored. Hogwarts was boring. Aymeric and Genesis are boring. In fact, she doubted that she had ever had fun in her life, now that she was walking along the halls of this large castle. There wasn't anybody to talk to, to do homework with, or to eats meals with. It was a boring and exhausting existence. As she walked along the Viaduct, it was obvious that she was sad, but she would probably get upset with anybody else who was moping around like she was.
Constance didn't think she needed to watch out for human legs on the Viaduct, so she didn't look down a whole lot. When the small girl went tripping over another girl's legs, she wanted to scream and yell and cry. Her emotions were at a peak, for the first time in a long time and that was obvious. As she picked herself up, already with bloody hands and knees which would soon heal, she clenched her fists. "WHY?" she shouted at the girl in English, before switching to angry French, "What kind of inconsiderate idiot is so obnoxious to the point of obstructing somebody's pathway with their legs and feet? I'm not having the day for this!"
Her eyes would go wide. She hadn't meant to trip anyone...she hadn't even noticed the other girl who was now yelling at her in...French? Her voice would be quiet, but a bit panicked. "I'm...sorry. I didn't mean to!"
"Maybe you should've thought about it first!" she continued to shout in French, before she started to cool down. "What is WRONG with you?" she mumbled to herself as she started to pick out the pieces of cement and small rocks from her palms.
Constance was enough of an emotional rollercoaster and drama queen that she wanted to cry herself, even though she had nothing to cry over except the pain. Even that was minimal and didn't deserve the drops of tears she started shedding over it. "I want to go home," she said weakly in French, raising the back of one of her hands to her eyes to wipe the tears away.
Constance already knew that, or had hoped for it at least, so she just rolled her eyes in response. By then, she had already gotten herself up. "I said 'I want to go home.' You idiots don't help that," she said, wiping tears again with a bit of dramatic flare.
She'd start crying in earnest now. "I...said I'm sorry! I don't know what else to do! I didn't mean to hurt you, it was an accident!" Even though she was upset, her voice was still fairly quiet, though quite upset.
"I KNOW! I GET IT!" she shouted back, large tears rolling down her eyes as she refrained from throwing a fit. Her voice was that of a young eleven year old boy. It certainly did not fit her body. After that, she just cracked and collapsed to be slouching back up against the side of the Viaduct. It was obvious she had had a lot of stress built up in her.
After a couple minutes, Constance started sobbing. What was wrong with her? Everything, that's what. "I'm sorry...sorry...I'm sorry," she mumbled, wiping tears from her eyes before she looked up to see if the other girl was even still there.
"I'm a total jerkface. I'm such a no good butthead..." she said weakly with an obvious lack of confidence. It was such an annoying ride of emotions and she didn't quite understand it herself, which made her angry at her own sadness.
Constance didn't want her pride hurt further, so she reached out and guided the hand away from her before she got back up. "Which is ridiculous. I'm sorry..." she said again, before looking back up at the other girl. It was this time that she actually cared to process anything about her. It made her feel even more guilty over it all. "I'm...I'm Thib- Constance. I'm Constance."