16 Dec 2020, 16:44
Intimidation
Ravenclaw.
She sat at the wooden desk, scratching away at the table with her quill furiously.
Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw.
After all this time idolising her Slytherin father, who had left her anyways, she was put in Ravenclaw. ”It’s just ghastly!” she whispered to herself in her thick Scottish accent, wishing she could yell as she continued to vandalise the table with her frustrated scratching. She hadn’t meant to, but it was a habit. She had many bad habits, like tugging on her hair and biting her own fists when she was nervous or angry.
But this time, she did not know wether she was nervous or angry.
Because she had wanted ever so badly to be in Slytherin. How furious would her father be if he were here? Furious, furious, furious.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, she slammed her fist on the table before looking down at the incoherent scratches. It wasn’t meant to be coherent, but it looked like half-words half-random. Then, she felt bad about ruining the table and she put her head down on it. She thought maybe she’d like if someone came and spoke to her but she wasn’t sure anyone would, considering how intimidating she tried to come off as.
She sat at the wooden desk, scratching away at the table with her quill furiously.
Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw.
After all this time idolising her Slytherin father, who had left her anyways, she was put in Ravenclaw. ”It’s just ghastly!” she whispered to herself in her thick Scottish accent, wishing she could yell as she continued to vandalise the table with her frustrated scratching. She hadn’t meant to, but it was a habit. She had many bad habits, like tugging on her hair and biting her own fists when she was nervous or angry.
But this time, she did not know wether she was nervous or angry.
Because she had wanted ever so badly to be in Slytherin. How furious would her father be if he were here? Furious, furious, furious.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, she slammed her fist on the table before looking down at the incoherent scratches. It wasn’t meant to be coherent, but it looked like half-words half-random. Then, she felt bad about ruining the table and she put her head down on it. She thought maybe she’d like if someone came and spoke to her but she wasn’t sure anyone would, considering how intimidating she tried to come off as.
Willow