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Post by brooke on Jun 14, 2009 16:45:04 GMT -5
A small, scrap of a girl could be seen racing down from the castle,dropping a few things before she quickly retreated to pick up the fallen objects. Her performance was repeated as she froze before spinning around and darting back into the castle. After answering the question to enter the common room, heading up to her dorm,grabbing a roll of parchment,a quill, and ink, she dashed out again, almost breaking the bottle in her haste to get back to the lake.
It wasn't long, just an hour or so, before she finally made it back down to her spot that she had claimed long ago. Her long black hair was all over the place and she took a minute to pull it back out of her bright purple eyes before she settled down with her book, parchment, quill, and ink. She popped the book open to page nine hundred-and-twenty-six before she began to write.
Queenie, for that was her name, had been hard pressed to finish her work inside when it was such a nice day outside. She'd almost gone insane with the longing to sit in the sun. She'd taken time to change out of her Grey skirt and top, with her red and gold tie, and slip on a pair of jeans that where two sizes to big for her, a belt, and a black shirt that bore the words, "We're all a little mad here," in sparky letters. Upon closer examination one would see that the letters had been charmed to flash different colors and every so often the Cheshire Cat would fade into being on her shirt, scamper around, flash a smile or two and then vanish again.
The sixth year, who was often mistaken for a first year, was busy chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what to write. She was working on her History of Magic report, her worst subject, and was charged to write a paper on the goblin rebels that was at least a roll of parchment. She cursed the teacher as she grumbled through her work. Normally she'd been down under her favorite weeping willow (which was where she just happened to be) that was right next to the lake with a good book. It could have been muggle fiction, a book on dragons (Merlin did she want one!), a book on Auror training (She was going to be one you know), or maybe a book on quidditch, what ever fancied her mood. But no, she was stuck doing her boring homework. Life was never fair.
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