Well, That's Awkward
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Mentions: @Leo Noxley WC: 315 xxx Hex code: #0050b4 OOC note: Fun fact, Skylar brought snacks not because of intellectual foresight, but just because she's a big back. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ☾☼☽ +:｡.｡ ༺❀༻ ｡.｡:+☾☼☽ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
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Skylar breathes heavily as she runs through the corridors, her school supplies making quite a noise as they bump around in her satchel. Dear Merlin, she was so late. Last night took quite a toll on her. She had spent hours attempting to do homework and reply to her owls, causing her to not get into bed till around two in the morning. Trying to balance an academic and social life is harder than she thought. So here she is now, having woken up an hour late and running as if her life depended on it.
This is usually the part where Skylar curses herself for being a Gryffindor. Why did the Gryffindor tower have to be so high? She did not have time to shake off her dizziness from the spiral staircase until she was off again, narrowly dodging a pillar that would have caused much damage. She had around three more minutes till potions class starts, and she is going to have to keep sprinting if she wants to make it in time. However, her stomach growls in protest as she turns a corner. God, she was hungry. Next time she is having her roommates send her a howler to wake up. At least she had the foresight to bring snacks with her.
Skylar accelerates her speed as she enters the corridors. She is so close to potions class now, and she was not going to be late. She makes a sharp turn to the left —
— only to slam into something. No, someone. Skylar grunts as she stumbles, falling back and flopping on the floor, covering her head. She hears papers and heavy books fall around her. She hopes that whoever she ran into is alright and nothing broke in her satchel. Uncovering her head, Skylar sees another student in front of her.
"Shoot! I am so sorry. Are you alright?"
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Last edited by Skylar Blue on 9 Jul 2026, 15:53, edited 1 time in total.
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Well, That's Awkward
𝓘t was unlike Leo to be running late to a class but that morning he had felt so sluggish and tired getting up from bed, he even took longer to eat breakfast than usual. After finishing eating, he left from the Great Hall and headed up towards the classrooms. He wasn’t running far behind but at the pace he was going of just slowly walking through the corridors he was likely to make it to class just in time for the lessons to start. At the moment though he didn’t really mind so he took his time and just made his way casually up the stairs towards class.
It was at that point that he realized he didn’t have one of his books for morning lessons. There was no chance he would make it back to the dorm and to class on time but he also had homework inside the book that needed to be turned in. With that in mind he had to turn and make his way towards the Ravenclaw tower and accept the consequences of being late to class. At least he would make it there at some point with his homework rather than show up on time without it.
Picking up his speed a little more he raced down the hall until he knocked into someone. In his year at Hogwarts he has had a couple accidental collisions in the corridors and each time was more awkward than the last. He stopped himself from falling completely and steadied himself on his feet. Looking down his books had slipped out of his hands and fell to the floor as well as the Gryffindor girl he had knocked into.
The girl spoke first and Leo stood frozen for a moment before responding, “I’m sorry, I mean, yes I’m okay.” He said and offered his hand out to the girl to help her up off of the floor. “I should be asking you that though since you took more of the hit than me.” He chuckled and offered a friendly smile. “I’m sorry for running into you I shouldn’t have been carelessly running in the corridors like that. You’re not hurt are you?” Leo asked and then crouched down to start picking up the books and papers that had dropped to the floor in the chaos.
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stats: sta. 5 - eva. 5 - str. 5 - wis. 5 - arc. 5 - acc. 5 —————— ability: metamorphmagus
Leo Noxley — pc ency
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Nadira Bakari — inpc staff ency
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Sakura Hirano — inpc ency
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Well, That's Awkward
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ☾☼☽ +:｡.｡ ༺❀༻ ｡.｡:+☾☼☽ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
Mentions: @Leo Noxley WC: 239 xxx Hex code: #0050b4 ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ☾☼☽ +:｡.｡ ༺❀༻ ｡.｡:+☾☼☽ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
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Skylar shakes her head a bit and blinks up at the boy. "No, it is okay. I was also recklessly running through the halls, it is not your fault." She reassures.
Patting down her robes, Skylar helps pick up the books and papers scattered across the floor. She squints at the papers, trying to distinguish which one was hers. Her eyes skim over the pages as she reads the names. Leo Noxley. That must be his then.
"Oh, Leo right? I think these are yours." Skylar states as she hands over the papers. However, she pauses when she feels something grow warm in her pockets.
Handing over the papers, Skylar then quickly pulled out whatever was in her robes. Staring at her was a bright red remember-all, the red smokes swirling inside the clear ball.
She was late.
"Oh crud." Skylar mutters at the ball, quickly putting her things away and slinging her satchel over her shoulder. Turning to Leo, she gives the boy an apologetic smile.
"Sorry for making you late. I do not know what class you have next, but mine is potions. And uh... I kind of have to go." She says nervously. Potions was notorious for being one of the stricter classes in Hogwarts, courtesy of the many professors that taught it. Well, she is late either way, but at least her tardy can be excusable if she still made it at a reasonable time.
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