29 Mar 2018, 18:59
Sluggish Feelings and Outdoor Breezes
It was another chaotic day at Hogwarts for the young Gryffindor prefect. Already the short red-head had rolled out of bed, threw on her robes and proceeded to find herself lost again. She had made it to her History Of Magic class late, and endured an evil glare from Professor Cazarez that made her never want to miss another class again, even the topic was something as dreadfully boring as their first lesson on Gargoyles had been. After that, the slightly red-head had struggled to make it to the rest of her classes on time, and even though she had made it just barely in tieme to all her classes, Eris was burned out and drained of energy. The day of classes was over, and Eris had a while until she had to begin patrolling with the demon known as her fellow prefect, Siege. She wasn't looking forward to that whatsoever. If the rumours were to be believe, than Siege was infected with more cooties than anybody else in the school, besides those gross people that were dating.
Eris let out a sigh, stomping onto the grassy field near the great lake. She relished the feeling and sound of the grass underneath her boots, and the sound of her robes billowing behind her in the faint wind. Her favourite tree to sit under was nearby, but none of Eris's friends were anywhere near the tree. With a huff, she reached the tree and flopped down. Setting down her books beside her, Eris lay her head on the trunk of the tree and closed her eyes. Where were her friends anyways? Classes were over for all the first years, so they had to be somewhere nearby.
Peeking an eye open, Eris pulled herself up and opened the other eye. She scanned the grounds, looking for anybody she knew. So far there was nobody. Not bothering to keep looking, the little red-head closed her eyes again with an audible groan.
Eris let out a sigh, stomping onto the grassy field near the great lake. She relished the feeling and sound of the grass underneath her boots, and the sound of her robes billowing behind her in the faint wind. Her favourite tree to sit under was nearby, but none of Eris's friends were anywhere near the tree. With a huff, she reached the tree and flopped down. Setting down her books beside her, Eris lay her head on the trunk of the tree and closed her eyes. Where were her friends anyways? Classes were over for all the first years, so they had to be somewhere nearby.
Peeking an eye open, Eris pulled herself up and opened the other eye. She scanned the grounds, looking for anybody she knew. So far there was nobody. Not bothering to keep looking, the little red-head closed her eyes again with an audible groan.
sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
abilities: transfig DC -5
29 Mar 2018, 19:15
Sluggish Feelings and Outdoor Breezes
Claryssa North had had a rather relaxed day, once she factored out the chaos of classes. She'd had two essays due the night before in Astronomy and still needed to finish one for the next day in Transfiguration, following the topic of the differences and similarities between Animagi and Metamorphmagi. All of the work was overwhelming, and the young Ravenclaw girl could barely wrap her head around all of the concepts, meanwhile balancing the responsibilities of Quidditch and her newspaper articles that were due for approval the next day. Still, Clary found herself in great need of a break, and figuring a change of scenery would do her a bit of good, packed all of her textbooks, parchments, quills, and notes into her messenger bag and set off for a stroll along the grounds.
As soon as she'd managed to step outside, a soft breeze of frigid wind slapped her in the face, rustling a few strands of her hair that hadn't been pulled back into her ponytail. The young girl adjusted her scarf around her neck and continued forwards, her eyes dancing around the scene for the sight of any familiar faces. Up ahead, Hogwarts' Great Lake mirrored the silver-blue sky dotted with clouds up above, its surface rippling slightly as the cool winds blew past. For a day where classes were over, it was quite peculiar for her not to see any other students milling about. The grounds nearby the Great Lake were almost like a ghost-town, nearly empty with the exception of a few swaying trees, the grass, and usual scenery. She wouldn't be all that surprised if a ball of tumbleweed suddenly rolled past.
Up ahead, Clary spotted a tree offering a decent portion of shade over by the lake. Although she had work to do, she didn't see any faults with completing it outside in the fresh air. She highly doubted her Transfiguration teacher would care, as well, as long as she got it done somewhere along the way. Unable to see the Gryffindor Prefect from this angle, she wandered along the small patch of grass adjacent to the water, eventually settling on the opposite side of the tree from Eris, spreading her textbooks out in front of her as she got to work on her stubborn Transfiguration essay that, unfortunately, despite what Wizards of Waverly Place said one could do with magic, could not write itself.
As soon as she'd managed to step outside, a soft breeze of frigid wind slapped her in the face, rustling a few strands of her hair that hadn't been pulled back into her ponytail. The young girl adjusted her scarf around her neck and continued forwards, her eyes dancing around the scene for the sight of any familiar faces. Up ahead, Hogwarts' Great Lake mirrored the silver-blue sky dotted with clouds up above, its surface rippling slightly as the cool winds blew past. For a day where classes were over, it was quite peculiar for her not to see any other students milling about. The grounds nearby the Great Lake were almost like a ghost-town, nearly empty with the exception of a few swaying trees, the grass, and usual scenery. She wouldn't be all that surprised if a ball of tumbleweed suddenly rolled past.
Up ahead, Clary spotted a tree offering a decent portion of shade over by the lake. Although she had work to do, she didn't see any faults with completing it outside in the fresh air. She highly doubted her Transfiguration teacher would care, as well, as long as she got it done somewhere along the way. Unable to see the Gryffindor Prefect from this angle, she wandered along the small patch of grass adjacent to the water, eventually settling on the opposite side of the tree from Eris, spreading her textbooks out in front of her as she got to work on her stubborn Transfiguration essay that, unfortunately, despite what Wizards of Waverly Place said one could do with magic, could not write itself.
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29 Mar 2018, 19:24
Sluggish Feelings and Outdoor Breezes
Lisabetta had been having a great day. As much as it was super nerdy to admit, she loved attending classes her at Hogwarts. She had been taught by private tutors her entire life on etiquette, foreign languages, and things of that nature, things that she had never really cared much about. It didn't help that she was alone in her studies, her parents wanting the tutor's full attention on Lisabetta and not "distracted" with other children. Although she rarely interacted with her classmates, not quite out of her anti social shell that she had lived in until her arrival at this school, she still enjoyed not being the only one. Watching other people interact with each other, seeing friendships bloom around her was helping her to become a little bit more outgoing. She had even gone so far as to try out for the Quidditch Team and apply for the Gryffindor House Newspaper, things that she would never have imagined doing before.
Lisabetta normally headed to the Library after her classes were finished for the day to complete her homework and have time to read up on other subjects that had been of interest of hers, but not today. The weather was a little cold, but nothing that she was not used to growing up in Scotland. She thought that going out near the great lake would be a great place to get some reading done, and as she got closer to her destination, she realized that she was not the only one that had the same idea. She noticed a red-headed Gryffindor girl sitting against one of the tree trunks, seeming to be resting on the nice cool day. She had also seen another girl her age walking in the same direction earlier, but she couldn't see where she had gone. Lisabetta realized that she had seen the Gryffindor girl around the school before and tried to figure out where. She didn't want to be caught staring because, well it was creepy, but she couldn't figure out where she had seen her before. Lisabetta noticed the badge that the girl had and finally remembered, this was the Gryffindor Prefect, she couldn't remember her name, but at least she remembered where she had seen her around before.
Lisabetta didn't want to disturb her, she might have come out here to be alone and rest, so she chose another place to lay out her contents of books, parchment, quill and ink, flipping to a bookmarked page to begin reading and taking notes.
Lisabetta normally headed to the Library after her classes were finished for the day to complete her homework and have time to read up on other subjects that had been of interest of hers, but not today. The weather was a little cold, but nothing that she was not used to growing up in Scotland. She thought that going out near the great lake would be a great place to get some reading done, and as she got closer to her destination, she realized that she was not the only one that had the same idea. She noticed a red-headed Gryffindor girl sitting against one of the tree trunks, seeming to be resting on the nice cool day. She had also seen another girl her age walking in the same direction earlier, but she couldn't see where she had gone. Lisabetta realized that she had seen the Gryffindor girl around the school before and tried to figure out where. She didn't want to be caught staring because, well it was creepy, but she couldn't figure out where she had seen her before. Lisabetta noticed the badge that the girl had and finally remembered, this was the Gryffindor Prefect, she couldn't remember her name, but at least she remembered where she had seen her around before.
Lisabetta didn't want to disturb her, she might have come out here to be alone and rest, so she chose another place to lay out her contents of books, parchment, quill and ink, flipping to a bookmarked page to begin reading and taking notes.