So what? PV Barth

Made by the talented @Evander Harvey Beauchamp

𝙱𝚊𝙳 𝚛𝙴𝚙𝚄𝚝𝚊𝚃𝙸𝚘𝙽

She's late for class. Of course she is. If that idiotic stupid boy didn't hold her up in the hallway she wouldn't be late. No, let's be honest here. She would still be late but not as late. In her fit of whatever you call it, she ended up actually going down those cursed stairs. This time they didn't switch up on her. Walking into the class she's being forced to go to, What was it? Defense against the Dark arks? She pauses as she ponders this thought, No, she frowns slightly, Dark Arts. Hm actually sounds interesting Looking around she's grateful that no one has spotted her yet. Hurriedly she slides into the last open seat there was. Finally sitting, she ignores whoever is next to her and pulls out whatever is needed for the class and a spare piece of paper. Sighing, with her elbow on the table she rests her head in her hand and listens to the professor speak.

This... is tiring rolling her eyes in annoyance, she sits up in her chair. Looking around, she immediately regrets the seat she chooses. Of course she is most likely sitting next to the one person in this whole damn class that no one else would want too. If only stupid what's his face didn't hold her up. Although her plan was is awesome. I need to tell Alana She could practically hear her friends voice in her ear sprouting off questions. 'Is he cute? What does he look like? You should totally be nice to him!' Willow knows what she'd say to each. No, hideous and no. After all love is just an illusion. It's like promising someone forever. Forever isn't real, everyone dies

Back to reality though. She accidentally chose her seat next to Mr. Loserville.Bartholomew is the person she's sitting next too Now she'll be stuck with him for the rest of the year. Ugh what luck that is. But like if, according to her mother, she's the devils daughter then wouldn't she have all the luck? Sure if she's the devil's daughter then her mother must be the devil. Groaning, her neck starts to flush red, clearly angered that she has to sit next to this low life form. Leaning back in her chair, she tilts her head and looks at him through the corner of her eyes. Brown hair, so dark it's almost black. Messy. Is there some rule here that doesn't require the male population to do their hair?! His eyes were a plain brown colour that she only got a glimpse of when he looked her way. Smirking at him, she continues to watch what he's doing. Quiet, obviously disliking being stared at, she lets out a un-lady like snort through her nose.

Lose- the thought is cut off suddenly when she spots a very familiar red and gold crest. One that she happened to be wearing also. He's another idiotic Gryffindor. Great. Just what I need Letting out a exasperated groan, she mumbles "stupid gryffindors" under her breathe before leaning forward in her seat to start writing.

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Ooc notes Sorry it's so short!

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