Sayaka exhaled and tucked back a strand of hair behind her ear. She half-skipped down the steps of the staircase in the great hall, arms laden with books. Classes were over which meant that, theoretically, she should be studying. She knew her professors expected the hours before dinner to be sent on their schoolwork-- But, really, if she had any choice in the matter she wouldn't be in school as it was.
It wasn't that she disliked Hogwarts. She quite enjoyed her classes and was proud of her house and the symbolism behind it (although she knew her parents had been disappointed-- her father had been a Ravenclaw and expected her to follow her brother's footsteps). They made her feel proud and bold all at once, but she never had a particular interest in the school or country her father had hailed from.
Even at the tender age of four when her parents had returned to Japan permanently and she'd stepped foot into the age old Hinazuki templa she knew where she belonged. And although they spent much of her childhood growing up there, when first Nagi's and then her letter showed up there was no question or discussion about where they'd go. She'd started studying Go at the Nihon Ki-In and even passed the professional examinations in hopes of being able to stay-- her dreams lied there, with the game, but found her parents strict in the necessity of her attending schooling within her farther's alma mater.
Which, for an otherwise obedient daughter, did not sit well with a young girl who didn't feel something like it was important. Even now, three years later, she made a point of spending every waking moment studying what she deemed appropriate-- Go. Which was absolutely what she was going to do now.
She'd learned the trick to making books appear as her own texts-- although, until very recently she had to get assistance-- and always made sure to look like her kifu and strategy books were properly disguised to prying eyes. Not only because they weren't school books, but she tired of the questions people asked about the diagrams she read.
With a hum, she half jumped onto the landing at the steps and did half of a spin towards the Great Hall. Of course, brilliant strategist she might be-- A klutz she was also and with a yelp her foot got out from under her and she was falling-- pamphlets spreading every which way as she grumbled to right herself. Of course that was meant to happen.
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Juliet found it a rare occasion that she wasn't flanked by at least one of her siblings. However, today appeared to be one of those days - either they were hiding from her, or they were far too busy to be found. It didn't help that none of them shared a house. It meant that she couldn't stalk them into Common Rooms or burst into their dorm rooms and demand they wake up. Really, thinking about it, her brothers and sister were probably grateful for that fact, actually.
It was nearly time to congregate in the Great Hall for another meal, though, she knew she'd atleast run into Atticus and Noah there - the boys never skipped a meal. She'd headed down a bit early, hoping to catch sight of her siblings. Her schoolwork was done for the next day, and she found herself to be quite restless.
She was crossing a set of stairs leading towards the Hall, lost in her own thoughts, when she heard a shuffle and a thump. Turning back, she looked behind her, seeing a girl piled in a heap. Without a second thought, Juliet hurried over, kneeling down beside her. "Oh my goodness. Are you okay?" She asked, looking for any signs of injury, her motherly instincts coming out. for, despite her age, she often served as the female lead of her siblings here at Hogwarts.