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Post by Yoora Zhang on May 31, 2011 22:18:36 GMT -5
The girl sat in the back of the study lounge, her dark reddish hair was messily laid over her shoulder and her body had been slung into a maroon bean bag. She was half asleep, half reading the book placed carefully open to the side of her. And if you stared long enough you would see her move to flip the page, but she only did this after she had most to all of that page committed to memory. It was her history of magic textbook. There were so many dates and places and times to remember that she had been startled by the class' fierceness and now studied for it often. Although some times like today the subject put her to sleep. Luckily before she fell to it, she had read half of the chapter and took notes.
These notes, stuffed and written messily were laid across her lap in a light pink thick notebook. Her hair swept across the notebook and hid most of the cover from anyone who took a peek. Not that anyone would be interested in seeing the design. It was intricately done by Yoora herself. She had drawn it with a sharpie and now it looked like an illusion. Based on a different type of muggle magic she had once read about. If you looked at it too long your brain would get soggy and it would tell you the shapes were moving, in and out. She hadn't believed that such a thing was possible, but she had researched it in her free time and now understood how it worked. And although she was proud of knowing this information, she didn't want to be made fun of for the ridiculous things in her head.
Someone walked past her and she opened her eyes quickly, suspicious. Although she didn't know why. They couldn't possibly be doing anything bad, after all she was napping in the study hall. There couldn't be any safer place. Well, except her bedroom. But if she moved there, she would be lost to her sleep altogether. And she really should have been studying. She saw a couple more blurred people, just shapes in her vision and watched them as they conversed. She couldn't hear what they were saying. They whispered in each others ears. So she imagined the conversation to be something far more interesting than it probably was. And slowly she began to dream about it.
OOC: Hey guys, this is open for whoever wants to join!
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Post by Maxwell Arnold Waller on Jun 3, 2011 17:04:15 GMT -5
Without much caution, Maxwell made his way into the Study Hall, chewing loudly on an apple that he had grabbed on his way back from his Care of Magical Creatures lesson. He couldn't believe it was the first week of classes, and he already had 2 essays due. Obviously being a Sixth Year was a bit more work than he had anticipated.
As he walked quickly into the room, his school robes flowing behind him, he took notice of a girl sleeping on one of the bean bags. He slowed his pace and moved a bit more quietly in hopes of not disturbing her slumber. He made his way to a nearby windowsill and set his bag down, preparing for a very long writing session.
A few moments passed and Maxwell had his parchment, textbooks, and ink sprawled out along the ledge he was sitting on. The sunlight was casting beautifully shaped shadows and shapes along his work and the room. As he scanned his possessions, he noticed something rather unfortunate. Where was his quill?
He scrambled through his bag, still trying to keep quiet for the girl still sleeping only a few meters away from him. After investigating his bag, robes and surrounding area he concluded that the quill was a lost cause. He struggled with the idea of going back up to his dorm, or maybe to the Care of Magical Creatures class and finding it, but those were so far it would waste a good hour or so of writing. He glanced back at the girl who was sleeping. He really needed and quill, but the last thing he wanted to do was bother her.
He did it anyways.
As he stood up and casually walked towards the girl, he debated with himself on how to go about this scenario without startling her, or looking like a creep to onlookers. He decided a simple prod on the should should do the trick.
"Excuse me...", he said in hushed tone that was audible, but soft-spoken. He gently nudged her shoulder. All he needed was a quill, and he was starting to feel like this might not have been such a good idea. |
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Post by Yoora Zhang on Jun 3, 2011 17:56:39 GMT -5
Yoora's eyes flitted open and she regained her sight. She sat up a little as a voice penetrated her dreams. Not that she was very much asleep. In fact, she shouldn't have been asleep at all. The boy came into focus and she recognized him slightly, probably just from seeing him around the castle. Her mind bombarded her with questions; what did he want? was she not allowed to be asleep in here? didn't he realize she was asleep? She shrugged off these internal questions as her feet met the ground and her notebook fell off her lap.
One of her hands went to her hair and she wondered how it was possible that it could turn so messy so quickly. She couldn't have been asleep more than a couple of seconds, okay a minute at most. "What do you want?" The words slurred and sounded a tad bit rude, but with her soft voice it could be overlooked. She had just been woken up, so it was understandable anyway, right? The boy in front of her seemed to have something to say and Yoora waited for him to get on with it.
One of her arms moved, stretching and she knocked her text book to the floor as well. It wasn't a long drop but she scrambled to pick it back up. After all, her secondhand books were still expensive to her father and herself. The binding was falling apart on this one and every time she looked at it she was reminded that she was the poor girl again. At the same time she picked this up she also picked the notebook up and placed them both back inside of the book bag she had brought with her. With this done she looked back at the boy expectantly and ready to retire from her nap.
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Post by Maxwell Arnold Waller on Jun 3, 2011 22:46:38 GMT -5
As the female that Maxwell had nudged began to regain consciousness, he gave her a moment to collect herself. A moment was dedicated to her hair as he noticed her notebook fall to the ground. He suddenly felt like a commotion was beginning to occur. She slurred a few words together that Max managed to unscramble.
"Oh, uh. I'm awfully sorry. I didn't mean to bother you!" He exclaimed, blushing profusely and not doing a very good job of playing it cool. This was definitely not what he had in mind for this afternoon.
"I just was wondering if maybe...well you see I'm trying to do homework and I don't have a quill", he felt his face grew slightly more red. "And you are the only person around and I thought maybe..."
This was a strange feeling for Max. He was not usually the type to be nervous or anxious, but he did feel very badly about bothering this girl's nap in the study. Instead of continuing on like a babbling idiot, Maxwell took a little breath, as he watched her pick up the notebooks. A new approach would probably be the best way to address the situation, and this was the route that he decided to take.
"Listen, I'm really sorry for bothering you. I'm Max. I'm in my Sixth Year in Gryffindor."
It was a start. He wasn't very sure where it was going to go, seeing as he had done a pretty good job of screwing it up this far. He felt a bit dumb stating his house when he was obviously wearing the school uniform, but it felt weird to say your year and not your house and Max was not one for uncomfortable situations. He felt the warmth in his face fade, hoping that the redness would be doing the same. |
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Post by Yoora Zhang on Jun 4, 2011 0:12:41 GMT -5
The boy that stood above her nervously began to fumble with his words, automatically Yoora thought his awkward ways were amusing. Half of her wanted to stop and help him but she just decided to wait it out, he would figure out how to speak eventually. Finally he asked for a quill, at which point she was prepared to grab her bag and search it. But he continued, so she didn't move.
He introduced himself as Max, a grade younger than her and therefore the same age as her. She looked up at his red face and tried to help him out by introducing herself the same, "Hey, I'm Yoora Zhang. I'm in Hufflepuff." She smiled up at his blushing face and debated sticking out her hand for him to shake but decided not to. Instead she realized her bag was still in her hand and began to fumble for a quill. "I'm sure I have a quill, here just sit down and give me a second."
She began to rummage in her bag while she spoke, You realized I was dead asleep, right? She laughed lightly as she teased the boy and let out a small yawn as she discovered that there wasn't a quill in her large pouch and opened a smaller one. She kept rummaging even though she was aware that the writing utensil was no where to be seen. She was having fun making the Gryffindor blush.
A second later her conscience pushed it's way into her brain and reminded her to be nice. It was always there ruining the fun, but she was half glad because she wanted to talk to the blushing boy. "Look I don't have a quill, but there's a can at the front with extras in it. If you grab one, I'll help you with your homework."
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