5 May 2018, 10:04
Right Foot Left Hook
Winifrey stalked into the ballroom, a worried look on her face. She had accidently left her Herbology homework at the dance last night, and she needed it for class. The small brunette had worked particularly hard on the piece of homework, and she wasn't going to fail it simply because she failed to turn it in on time. Plus, she had taken it to the ball. Of all the places! Of course, it was probably stupid in the first place to do homework during the celebration. But she needed to finish it, since she had already been behind. If only she hadn't kicked it across the floor in a desperate attempt to hide it. Winifrey groaned out loud at the memory.
Winifrey stopped in the middle of the room, looking around to see if there were any papers on the ground or on some of the decoratory tables that were pushed against the wall, expensive vases adorning their marble tops. The brunette weaved her way through the tables, searching underneath them and the chairs, even lifting the table cloths to get a better look. Unfortunately, she had forgotten what table she had occupied the night before. Winifrey chastised herself for not paying more attention, but she moved on nonetheless. She couldn't see anything in the room at the moment, the curtains having been drawn to keep out the Sunday morning light.
Her blue eyes traveled the floor as she peaked around the corners of the room. It was a bit darker since the ballroom was not in use at the moment. In fact, she was surprised no one had come to clean everything up yet. But it was still quite early in morning. Winifrey was actually surprising herself at the time which she had pulled herself out of bed. The small brunette squinted in the low lighting, doing her best to search for
Where on earth could it be?
Winifrey quietly grumbled under breath, silently brooding as she moved towards the window, opening the curtains a bit to see if it had been pushed under the thick fabric. Maybe the papers were stuck between the curtain and the wall. Or maybe it was in a crack somewhere.
"Or maybe, it's gone and I came here for no reason," Winifrey mumbled out loud, sighing as she dropped the curtain back in to place. Might as well start over again instead of wasting time looking for something that could already be gone forever.
Winifrey stopped in the middle of the room, looking around to see if there were any papers on the ground or on some of the decoratory tables that were pushed against the wall, expensive vases adorning their marble tops. The brunette weaved her way through the tables, searching underneath them and the chairs, even lifting the table cloths to get a better look. Unfortunately, she had forgotten what table she had occupied the night before. Winifrey chastised herself for not paying more attention, but she moved on nonetheless. She couldn't see anything in the room at the moment, the curtains having been drawn to keep out the Sunday morning light.
Her blue eyes traveled the floor as she peaked around the corners of the room. It was a bit darker since the ballroom was not in use at the moment. In fact, she was surprised no one had come to clean everything up yet. But it was still quite early in morning. Winifrey was actually surprising herself at the time which she had pulled herself out of bed. The small brunette squinted in the low lighting, doing her best to search for
Where on earth could it be?
Winifrey quietly grumbled under breath, silently brooding as she moved towards the window, opening the curtains a bit to see if it had been pushed under the thick fabric. Maybe the papers were stuck between the curtain and the wall. Or maybe it was in a crack somewhere.
"Or maybe, it's gone and I came here for no reason," Winifrey mumbled out loud, sighing as she dropped the curtain back in to place. Might as well start over again instead of wasting time looking for something that could already be gone forever.
Last edited by Winifrey Golding on 3 Jun 2018, 07:22, edited 1 time in total.
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6 May 2018, 22:09
Right Foot Left Hook
Wandering all around Hogwarts Bellamy had no idea what he was doing. He spent his weekdays watching, waiting till it was the weekends. Although through when it came, he had no idea what to do. It was the weekends already, Saturday to be specific but as always he had no plans. He didn't know what to do. He thought of sleeping but he did that too much. He thought of doing art, but he ran out of paper. He thought of outside. However, he wasn't in the mood for the great outdoors. Bellamy went outside a couple of times in the past but most of the time, he always somehow encountered someone whether good or bad. Today he was going to find a new place to explore.
He stopped within one of the halls and began to ponder beside a wall. He thought of a few places while he leaned against the wall, the Dueling Club was his first choice and then the Abandoned toilets second, and then last was the Rehearsal room. Thinking about what he hasn't seen in his last option, He heads towards Rehearsal. Looking at the Rehearsal room, it was filled to the brim with students reenacting of what they were planning to do. This got Bellamy thinking as he remembered he had a date for the Bloomfest ball. He thought about how he had no idea of how to dance properly with others, especially with his date. From the moment on, he needed to practice with others to get ready for the ball. Ultimately deciding that he needed to practice, he headed to a less populated room that he could practice in.
As he walked away he came across the Ballroom. The massive room had fewer students in it; it was pretty sparse. As he peered in through the doorway more, he rotated his head all around the room analyzing everything in the room. As he looked, he noticed a girl in close to the sides of the Ballroom scouring through the placed tables, curtains and any other furniture setup for the upcoming event. The girl appeared a little agitated in trying to find something. Bellamy had no idea what she was looking for nor did he care as he just snickered at her struggle to find something. He watched for a good solid minute looking at her go all the room grinning, forgetting the main reason why he even came here. At the final moments of her giving up, Bellamy decided to walk up to this girl and ask her about her dilemma as he had his fill and now had the urge to help out this flustered girl. Although he had a feeling that she wouldn't be easy to talk to given her state of mind. Approaching the girl Bellamy made a coherent statement to her.
"Ah, Hey do you need help?"
He stopped within one of the halls and began to ponder beside a wall. He thought of a few places while he leaned against the wall, the Dueling Club was his first choice and then the Abandoned toilets second, and then last was the Rehearsal room. Thinking about what he hasn't seen in his last option, He heads towards Rehearsal. Looking at the Rehearsal room, it was filled to the brim with students reenacting of what they were planning to do. This got Bellamy thinking as he remembered he had a date for the Bloomfest ball. He thought about how he had no idea of how to dance properly with others, especially with his date. From the moment on, he needed to practice with others to get ready for the ball. Ultimately deciding that he needed to practice, he headed to a less populated room that he could practice in.
As he walked away he came across the Ballroom. The massive room had fewer students in it; it was pretty sparse. As he peered in through the doorway more, he rotated his head all around the room analyzing everything in the room. As he looked, he noticed a girl in close to the sides of the Ballroom scouring through the placed tables, curtains and any other furniture setup for the upcoming event. The girl appeared a little agitated in trying to find something. Bellamy had no idea what she was looking for nor did he care as he just snickered at her struggle to find something. He watched for a good solid minute looking at her go all the room grinning, forgetting the main reason why he even came here. At the final moments of her giving up, Bellamy decided to walk up to this girl and ask her about her dilemma as he had his fill and now had the urge to help out this flustered girl. Although he had a feeling that she wouldn't be easy to talk to given her state of mind. Approaching the girl Bellamy made a coherent statement to her.
"Ah, Hey do you need help?"
♝ Bellamy O. Landon ♝
❝ Wolves don’t lose sleep over the opinions of sheep ❞
❝ Wolves don’t lose sleep over the opinions of sheep ❞
7 May 2018, 05:43
Right Foot Left Hook
She should have stopped looking a while ago, but she figured she would do one more look over before she completely gave up. Thoughts of the missing homework clouded her mind. Did someone take it? Was it really just here, lying on the ground somewhere, but she was simply having eye problems? It was kind of dark. She wondered if maybe it was lying in a trash can somewhere.
Winifrey frowned, her brows creasing together. She had worked so hard on the Herbology homework and she had been hoping to get a good grade on it. She had even spent two whole hours in the library searching for books that may or may not hold answers to the questions that the professor was asking for. Overall, she silently thought she deserved the good grade for it. Maybe the professor would give her a little extra if they knew she had done it twice? Then Winifrey shook her head, chuckling lightly to herself. Yah right.
Sighing heavily, Winifrey readjusted her bag on her shoulder, squinting into the area with little light once again. Third times a charm, right? But this only caused a headache to start to grow at the base of her temple. The small brunette began to grumble under her breath again as she squeezed her fists into tight balls. She figured if she closed her eyes, it would go away. They had been becoming more apparent recently. She blamed the school work.
The thoughts of school work and her headache only agitated her further. She needed food. And maybe some sleep.
"Ah, Hey do you need help?"
Winifrey's heart seemed to leap out of her chest as she swung around, placing her hands behind her back. The voice came from a boy her age who had been able to enter into the ballroom without her noticing. She took in his appearance. Black hair and dark eyes were the more prominent features that graced his face. He was taller than she was. This simply caused Winifrey's eyes to narrow slightly as her left foot took a small step behind her, her hands falling back down to her sides.
She chewed on the thought of actually asking for help. Her father used to tell her that a new pair of eyes would never be harmful, but would only push you closer to the goal that was best. But she was already upset about the ten page homework and the head ache was only growing.
Her blue eyes made contact with his dark ones before they looked way. She held onto the strap of her school bag. "Umm, no," She stated flatly. "I was just on my way out actually. I got lost," She lied smoothly, although it tasted bitter as it rolled off her tongue. She hated the fact that it was getting easier. Winifrey didn't feel like explaining how she had easily lost a massive amount of homework to a complete stranger. Her headache screamed at her to just leave it alone.
"What are you doing here anyways? Place is pretty much closed," she asked, although she seemed tired and somewhat annoyed when it came out of her mouth. The small brunette gestured to the empty room and the curtains that covered the windows, blocking out the beautiful morning sunlight.
Winifrey frowned, her brows creasing together. She had worked so hard on the Herbology homework and she had been hoping to get a good grade on it. She had even spent two whole hours in the library searching for books that may or may not hold answers to the questions that the professor was asking for. Overall, she silently thought she deserved the good grade for it. Maybe the professor would give her a little extra if they knew she had done it twice? Then Winifrey shook her head, chuckling lightly to herself. Yah right.
Sighing heavily, Winifrey readjusted her bag on her shoulder, squinting into the area with little light once again. Third times a charm, right? But this only caused a headache to start to grow at the base of her temple. The small brunette began to grumble under her breath again as she squeezed her fists into tight balls. She figured if she closed her eyes, it would go away. They had been becoming more apparent recently. She blamed the school work.
The thoughts of school work and her headache only agitated her further. She needed food. And maybe some sleep.
"Ah, Hey do you need help?"
Winifrey's heart seemed to leap out of her chest as she swung around, placing her hands behind her back. The voice came from a boy her age who had been able to enter into the ballroom without her noticing. She took in his appearance. Black hair and dark eyes were the more prominent features that graced his face. He was taller than she was. This simply caused Winifrey's eyes to narrow slightly as her left foot took a small step behind her, her hands falling back down to her sides.
She chewed on the thought of actually asking for help. Her father used to tell her that a new pair of eyes would never be harmful, but would only push you closer to the goal that was best. But she was already upset about the ten page homework and the head ache was only growing.
Her blue eyes made contact with his dark ones before they looked way. She held onto the strap of her school bag. "Umm, no," She stated flatly. "I was just on my way out actually. I got lost," She lied smoothly, although it tasted bitter as it rolled off her tongue. She hated the fact that it was getting easier. Winifrey didn't feel like explaining how she had easily lost a massive amount of homework to a complete stranger. Her headache screamed at her to just leave it alone.
"What are you doing here anyways? Place is pretty much closed," she asked, although she seemed tired and somewhat annoyed when it came out of her mouth. The small brunette gestured to the empty room and the curtains that covered the windows, blocking out the beautiful morning sunlight.
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