Raise Your Glass

Exhaling and dropping her head down on the book she was pouring over blonde hair draped over the desk as the owner of that blonde hair closed her eyes and tried to clear the ache she could already feel setting in from staring at the book in front of her for so many hours and after lifting her head she flicked the book closed and supporting her head with her palm, her elbows resting on the edge of the desk she rubbed at her temples before opening her eyes and blinking away the last of the words she felt like she'd been staring at for days instead of hours. While her classes as a university student were more specialised and less in quantity they had kicked up a notch in the quality of the lessons and the depth they dived into on the subject that the students had chosen to study. Brooke wasn't overly passionate about medicine, it wasn't anything like the careers people dreamed of from a young age or at least a longer length of time. Greta was one such of those who were following a dream career, and her career, and her other best friend in Dakota, had inspired Brooke's choice in career. She wasn't overtly passionate about learning every aspect of healing and every spell and potion ever invented by sheer memory alone she was passionate about being able to help if her friends were injured and their lives were in danger. That gave her the drive to stare at the medical texts in front of her to complete this ruthless essay that had been assigned and given the assignment was on ancient curses on objects she'd placed a special interest in these cases. Though some of the curses had literally made Brooke nauseous at the thought of her best friend encountering them, she pushed through nausea and dived deep into the text until her eyes were swimming and her head was on the verge of explosion. She could see how passionate some people could get about this stuff, though, anything that pertained to her bests friends' careers and the injuries she may have to patch up and Brooke was hyper-focused on the lesson and took the assignments a step further than asked and dove deep into the topic, regardless of what she read and how it made her feel if it was Dakota or Brooke in the situations. They were her driving force, and her reason for the career she'd chosen, and if she could keep them alive, keep anyone at all really, from suffering from some of these ailments then she'd rest easy at night.

As a University student, Brooke did have more free time than the normal Hogwarts students, and as her lessons had finished for the day Brooke decided to take a well-earned break to the Three Broomsticks for a warm butterbeer and to just get out of the university dorms and back to Hogsmeade where so many laughs and window shopping trips had taken place with the Three Musketeers as they'd christened themselves back in their third year and much like their various nicknames over the years it'd stuck and she lovingly called them her musketeers ever since. Throwing on a pale pink sweater with her jeans she walked happily to the border of the grounds and chatted easily with the escort, she didn't know if it was a Ministry worker or Guardian and didn't know if she could ask, bidding them thanks and a good day before parting their company and opening the door to the establishment she'd set out for, inhaling the scent of the butterbeer in the air and looking around spotted a familiar face and after a moment of debate made her way over to Jacob Belacqua. They were both Hufflepuffs and though he was a year older they still formed in the same area this year since she joined the university dorms at the beginning of the term, sliding in next to him at the bar. "Hey. Mind if I sit next to you?" She asked by way of announcing her presence and after a moment of debate she ordered a firewhiskey, she'd earned the drink after the extensive studying she'd done earlier and would do late into the night if Greta or Dakota didn't drag her out.

Heart of the phoenix

let them see you rise