10 Apr 2019, 01:35
Accidents Happen
Ruby shrank into a cushy chair in the corner of the library. This corner, in fact, was a dark gloomy area with not much supervision, and Ruby took that to her advantage.
SLURP!
Ruby sipped her juice box happily. The loud slurping noise was not an obstacle to reading her book. A tale of Two Cities. She loved that book. She had read it a million times.
What? No literally. A million times.
CRUNCH!
She bit into several hard orange carrots. As she bent over for a drink from her juice, the box suddenly popped.
"AHHHHH!" she screeched as the sticky liquid spilled all over the library book. However much she climed it was an accident, she really had made it happen. She was bored and wanted something fun to do. Apparently, she wanted to get in trouble.
Ruby stared dumbfounded as the juice soaked the page. As she flipped the page to see if it worked, the page ripped in half. Ruby stared, her mouth gaped open as she lifted the soggy page up. The letters were smeared, and the paper curled at the edge. Ruby, in fact, was so mad she stood up and did something awful. Really awful.
RIIIIIIIP
There was a terrible tearing an ripping sound as Ruby tore the book in half, cover and all. With a strange gust of wind, the pages fluttered everywhere. Ruby let out another high-pitched wail and closed her eyes, tears forming. She would be in so much trouble!
SLURP!
Ruby sipped her juice box happily. The loud slurping noise was not an obstacle to reading her book. A tale of Two Cities. She loved that book. She had read it a million times.
What? No literally. A million times.
CRUNCH!
She bit into several hard orange carrots. As she bent over for a drink from her juice, the box suddenly popped.
"AHHHHH!" she screeched as the sticky liquid spilled all over the library book. However much she climed it was an accident, she really had made it happen. She was bored and wanted something fun to do. Apparently, she wanted to get in trouble.
Ruby stared dumbfounded as the juice soaked the page. As she flipped the page to see if it worked, the page ripped in half. Ruby stared, her mouth gaped open as she lifted the soggy page up. The letters were smeared, and the paper curled at the edge. Ruby, in fact, was so mad she stood up and did something awful. Really awful.
RIIIIIIIP
There was a terrible tearing an ripping sound as Ruby tore the book in half, cover and all. With a strange gust of wind, the pages fluttered everywhere. Ruby let out another high-pitched wail and closed her eyes, tears forming. She would be in so much trouble!
Last edited by Ruby Hall on 10 Apr 2019, 13:24, edited 1 time in total.
“When you fight fire with Fire, the world goes up in smoke” -Netflix
10 Apr 2019, 03:57
Accidents Happen
When Mari had entered the library, she had one goal and one goal only: avoid the hubbub. The last time she had been in the library, she had had a less than stellar encounter with a Ravenclaw, and that experience had tarnished any hope that the library would be a welcome place for Mari. However, Mum had sent an owl lecturing her on her latest grades, so Mari needed to return once more. The common room had been bubbling with news of the Blossom Ball, and it had been hard to focus there since the news. It was certainly not a good place to study, especially for someone looking to improve upon their mediocre grades.
To compromise about her less-than-ideal situation, Mari had decided to focus on her Herbology lessons. Granted, her Herbology grades were the most stellar of all of Mari's lessons, but Mari did not need to focus on what she was studying when she reported her rendezvous to the library to her mum. She merely needed to write, I had a wonderful afternoon in the darkest, most isolated corner of the library where I focused on my studies. I received an O on my latest homework!
She found a cushioned chair near the as-described dark, isolated corner of the library and settled down. There was another girl there, but she seemed to be reading a book quite contentedly, so Mari anticipated that she would not be much of a disruption. Unfortunately, however, her hypothesis was wrong: the girl (A snake, Mari snarled internally) was loudly slurping a juice box and crunching some carrots. While Mari tried to read about Bouncing Bulbs, all she could think about was, slurp, crunch, SLURP. She looked up in annoyance while trying not to make eye contact. The girl was reading some sort of Muggle book, not studying, and Mari would not let a snake win a battle of who deserved this corner of the library more.
Bouncing Bulbs are restrained by their bulbs... Mari read as she tried to focus once more. She thought fondly of the lesson; Professor Davis had let the students hold their very own bulbs! Mari had been completely giddy at the opportunity; she found Herbology fascinating. Her memory of the bulbs was so fascinating, in fact, that she completely disregarded the Slytherin's shriek. She could not, however, ignore her further when she loudly ripped her book.
Mari stared at the girl, aghast. She did not particularly like reading, but she could not imagine completely demolishing a book, especially doing so while in the book's most safest refuge: the library. As she looked at the scene that had unfolded in front of her, she realized that the girl had not only ripped her book, but she had also spilled that ghastly juice all over it! "What are you doing?!" she yelped as she continued to stare at the girl with focus.
The girl had begun to cry. Mari, quite familiar with tears, softened a bit, placing her frustration in the back of her mind for the time being. She shuffled through her bag and produced a handkerchief, remembering when another Slytherin had given one to her because of her own tears. It was only fair to return the favor. She smiled meekly at the girl, not knowing what to say. Mari wasn't good enough at spells to repair it, and it didn't look quite repairable, if she was perfectly honest. But it was just a book, a Muggle book, and Mari didn't really see the point in why the girl was so sad. "Erm," she said, searching for the correct words to say, "Were you close to it? I mean," she blushed, "Is that a valuable book of yours?"
Snakes could be mean, but Mari knew that she had the upper hand, for once. Despite her fumble with her words, she was not crying, so surely the girl would not ridicule her for her foolish question.
To compromise about her less-than-ideal situation, Mari had decided to focus on her Herbology lessons. Granted, her Herbology grades were the most stellar of all of Mari's lessons, but Mari did not need to focus on what she was studying when she reported her rendezvous to the library to her mum. She merely needed to write, I had a wonderful afternoon in the darkest, most isolated corner of the library where I focused on my studies. I received an O on my latest homework!
She found a cushioned chair near the as-described dark, isolated corner of the library and settled down. There was another girl there, but she seemed to be reading a book quite contentedly, so Mari anticipated that she would not be much of a disruption. Unfortunately, however, her hypothesis was wrong: the girl (A snake, Mari snarled internally) was loudly slurping a juice box and crunching some carrots. While Mari tried to read about Bouncing Bulbs, all she could think about was, slurp, crunch, SLURP. She looked up in annoyance while trying not to make eye contact. The girl was reading some sort of Muggle book, not studying, and Mari would not let a snake win a battle of who deserved this corner of the library more.
Bouncing Bulbs are restrained by their bulbs... Mari read as she tried to focus once more. She thought fondly of the lesson; Professor Davis had let the students hold their very own bulbs! Mari had been completely giddy at the opportunity; she found Herbology fascinating. Her memory of the bulbs was so fascinating, in fact, that she completely disregarded the Slytherin's shriek. She could not, however, ignore her further when she loudly ripped her book.
Mari stared at the girl, aghast. She did not particularly like reading, but she could not imagine completely demolishing a book, especially doing so while in the book's most safest refuge: the library. As she looked at the scene that had unfolded in front of her, she realized that the girl had not only ripped her book, but she had also spilled that ghastly juice all over it! "What are you doing?!" she yelped as she continued to stare at the girl with focus.
The girl had begun to cry. Mari, quite familiar with tears, softened a bit, placing her frustration in the back of her mind for the time being. She shuffled through her bag and produced a handkerchief, remembering when another Slytherin had given one to her because of her own tears. It was only fair to return the favor. She smiled meekly at the girl, not knowing what to say. Mari wasn't good enough at spells to repair it, and it didn't look quite repairable, if she was perfectly honest. But it was just a book, a Muggle book, and Mari didn't really see the point in why the girl was so sad. "Erm," she said, searching for the correct words to say, "Were you close to it? I mean," she blushed, "Is that a valuable book of yours?"
Snakes could be mean, but Mari knew that she had the upper hand, for once. Despite her fumble with her words, she was not crying, so surely the girl would not ridicule her for her foolish question.
Race: Werewolf // Ability: Terrible Presence
Stam: 10 Evas: 1 Str: 2 Wis: 10 Arc: 2 Acc: 10
Stam: 10 Evas: 1 Str: 2 Wis: 10 Arc: 2 Acc: 10
3 May 2019, 20:54
Accidents Happen
"Oh no... Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Ruby shrieked. She was is deep trouble. The least that could happen was detention, but the worst-- Ruby didn't want to think about it. She glanced at the annoyed girl. Her eyes pleaded for help.
She flinched at the girl's comment. She glared fiercely at her. "I loved this book!" she fumed, "And this isn't mine! Its the library's" Her last words were nothing but a mutter. She tried to shrug it off, but she couldn't help herself. She could almost feel the breath of a prefect on her back...
"C-can you help me?" Ruby normally was proud and never asked anyone for guidance, but now she had to. She had let her anger get ahead of her. Even if she managed to get the stains out, she had torn the book into four shreds.
Speaking of which, she moaned as her gaze landed on the book remains. You were like my brother that I never had
A tear rolled down her cheek at the thought of her brother. He had died very young from a lung disease.
Her sadness suddenly hardened to anger again. "Was I close to this book? Was I close to it?" She repeated the words like they were bad news. Whatever, it wasn't the other girl's problem how much she was connected to it. Ruby rolled her eyes and sighed.
She flinched at the girl's comment. She glared fiercely at her. "I loved this book!" she fumed, "And this isn't mine! Its the library's" Her last words were nothing but a mutter. She tried to shrug it off, but she couldn't help herself. She could almost feel the breath of a prefect on her back...
"C-can you help me?" Ruby normally was proud and never asked anyone for guidance, but now she had to. She had let her anger get ahead of her. Even if she managed to get the stains out, she had torn the book into four shreds.
Speaking of which, she moaned as her gaze landed on the book remains. You were like my brother that I never had
A tear rolled down her cheek at the thought of her brother. He had died very young from a lung disease.
Her sadness suddenly hardened to anger again. "Was I close to this book? Was I close to it?" She repeated the words like they were bad news. Whatever, it wasn't the other girl's problem how much she was connected to it. Ruby rolled her eyes and sighed.
“When you fight fire with Fire, the world goes up in smoke” -Netflix
6 May 2019, 21:14
Accidents Happen
The girl seemed far more concerned than one should naturally be given that it was only a book. Mari didn't mind reading, but she never could understand when people treated their books as pets. They were inanimate objects and easily replaced. The only book she could see as worth being upset over would be a family photo album, a journal, or another precious heirloom. But not, of course, something as simple as - she glanced at the book's title - A Tale of Two Cities. That book sounded like quite a bore and without pictures. Worthless.
If anything, the girl should be far more worried about the pure disruption she had caused to the library, and more importantly, Mari. If Mari were anyone other than herself, she would have gotten quite angry at the ridiculousness of the situation, but the girl seemed quite hopeless, even if she had been snarky and annoying just moments before. When she asked for help, Mari nodded, though she had about zero ideas as to what to do. It seemed only right to try to assist.
Since the girl had not even acknowledged her handkerchief, Mari, instead of keeping her hand extended dopily like she was at the moment, motioned with it downwards to attempt to rub the juice off of the book. It wasn't going to completely remove the stain, but, Mari noted, pleased, it did sop up some of the wetness that remained. As for the rip...Mari squeezed her eyes in concentration. She had luckily for the girl, just learned reparo successfully, though she hadn't had a need to do it outside of the classroom. It wouldn't help with the stain, but it would certainly help with the rip.
It was at this moment that she realized the girl was talking; Mari opened her eyes hesitantly. She seemed quite irritated. Noting her eye roll, Mari gulped and, irritated, stepped away from the book to cross her arms. If that's how the girl wanted to treat her, then so be it; she didn't expect much better behavior from a snake, anyway. A single utterance emitted from her lips: "Nope."
She knew she had technically done something, but the girl had made herself clear: this was a one way deal. Mari was meant to help her, and instead of thanks, she would get rudeness and eye rolls in return. It was just Mari's luck that she was a hesitant individual and hadn't cast the spell as soon as she remembered it. Grabbing her Herbology work once more, Mari busied herself with it, irate that the snake had behaved just as she had expected, just when Mari had let her guard down. It was all just so typical.
If anything, the girl should be far more worried about the pure disruption she had caused to the library, and more importantly, Mari. If Mari were anyone other than herself, she would have gotten quite angry at the ridiculousness of the situation, but the girl seemed quite hopeless, even if she had been snarky and annoying just moments before. When she asked for help, Mari nodded, though she had about zero ideas as to what to do. It seemed only right to try to assist.
Since the girl had not even acknowledged her handkerchief, Mari, instead of keeping her hand extended dopily like she was at the moment, motioned with it downwards to attempt to rub the juice off of the book. It wasn't going to completely remove the stain, but, Mari noted, pleased, it did sop up some of the wetness that remained. As for the rip...Mari squeezed her eyes in concentration. She had luckily for the girl, just learned reparo successfully, though she hadn't had a need to do it outside of the classroom. It wouldn't help with the stain, but it would certainly help with the rip.
It was at this moment that she realized the girl was talking; Mari opened her eyes hesitantly. She seemed quite irritated. Noting her eye roll, Mari gulped and, irritated, stepped away from the book to cross her arms. If that's how the girl wanted to treat her, then so be it; she didn't expect much better behavior from a snake, anyway. A single utterance emitted from her lips: "Nope."
She knew she had technically done something, but the girl had made herself clear: this was a one way deal. Mari was meant to help her, and instead of thanks, she would get rudeness and eye rolls in return. It was just Mari's luck that she was a hesitant individual and hadn't cast the spell as soon as she remembered it. Grabbing her Herbology work once more, Mari busied herself with it, irate that the snake had behaved just as she had expected, just when Mari had let her guard down. It was all just so typical.
Race: Werewolf // Ability: Terrible Presence
Stam: 10 Evas: 1 Str: 2 Wis: 10 Arc: 2 Acc: 10
Stam: 10 Evas: 1 Str: 2 Wis: 10 Arc: 2 Acc: 10