The Fruits of Utter Boredoom
Sprawled across an oversized armchair in the library, Avis had been doing what she was best at, wallowing in her own boredom. After all, it was a Saturday, she had already finished her homework, practiced her instrument, and even braided her hair - three times. She had tried to read a book, there were certainly plenty to choose from, but she had read the same page four times and still couldn't remember the main character's name. Lucy? Lacy? It didn't really matter much anyway. Slamming the book shut loudly, the charp noise sliced through the silent library, causing several frustrated glares to fly her way.Date: March 15
Tapping her fingers impatiently against that armrest, Avis frowned, feeling herself delve into frustration as whispered conversations grated into her mind. No, Avis needed to do something - anything - even remotely interesting to knock her out of this little cycle. Rolling over the opportunities in her mind, Avis was drawn back to a little game her grandfather used to play with her and her sister. He would station himself in the hallway to the kitchen, blocking the view, and would make the girls do something in order to get past, generally something embarrassing, making the girls squeal in mock horror.
That certainly wouldn't go down well here, but maybe, though Avis, a wry grin spreading across her face, she could twist it a bit, learn something interesting.
Renewed energy, Avis pulled herself out of her chair and slipped out the library, twisting and refining her shpeal. She stationed herself at a relatively narrow turn of the corridor, where, if she was fast enough, she could put up a good fight in preventing a student from getting through. She was a small girl, but a small girl moving quickly is still an obstacle. Any student who tried to pass would have the small girl step in front of her, acting the part of the bridge troll. The ravenclaw's arms were folded in front of her like a mini sentry. Guarding the castle against the bitter enemy of sheer boredom.
She wasn’t big, but she was fast, shifting just enough to block any attempts to slip by. "In order to pass, you've got to tell me something interesting. About you, about someone else, about any sort of random fact, so long as it's interesting."
This had better be good.
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The Fruits of Utter Boredoom
The Fruits of Utter Boredom
15 March 2025
"In order to pass, you've got to tell me something interesting. About you, about someone else, about any sort of random fact, so long as it's interesting," is not what Robin expected to hear when turning the corner into a narrow corridor and nearly running into a girl with her arms crossed as if she were guarding the Holy Grail itself. Robin half expected the girl to shout "Ni!" at her, what with the resting glare akin to a knight on her face. She had dark hair with blue streaks, almond shaped eyes that were slightly too close to one another and was holding herself upwards with the grace of a noble.
Robin was about to try and side-step the girl, question be damned, in order to continue making her way to the grounds, but she realized she recognized the girl. It was another first year Ravenclaw that she had seen around the school but never had the chance to talk to. The girl kind of reminded her of herself - slightly odd and known recluse. She thinks her name could be Agnes, maybe? She wasn't great with names. Regardless, Robin decided to entertain her, if for no other reason than that she was devastatingly bored and had only gotten up to change her location of homework. Maybe this could be interesting.
"Okay," Robin said obediently, coming to a halt and narrowing her eyes and tilting her head at the girl with the intention to unsettle her. In truth, she was stalling and trying to give herself a moment to think of something good. She could tell that this girl wouldn't want any of the boring small talk that half of the students in the school like to resort to - she seemed to be like Robin. Robin decided to spit out the first fact that came to her mind, one that she learned over winter break when visiting home. "Did you know that approximately twenty-seven people die of drowning every hour of every single day? Statistically there are probably multiple people drowning. Right now. As we speak." Robin said in a semi-low voice, eyes scanning to see the girl's reaction.
"Say, Agnes. Can you swim?" She finished with a smirk, hoping for a reaction that will entertain her.
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