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Upset and tired
Author: Linnea Rose
Date: 04-11-10 11:31
Linnea was really tired and upset since she had worked hard with her homework this week and the weather did not help her to feel better. Maybe she was tired because it was the first week of school since spring break.
Linnea was sitting looking at the fire flaming in the fireplace while reading War and Peace. Since she thought that it should calm her down. While she read she know that the weather was not fun outside and she also thought it would not fun to be outside today.
Linnea know that she need to go outside since she know that it was a Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. She turned her head to the watch to see what the time was.
It was 9:45 she should hurry up to get her coat and scarf and head out to the Quidditch pitch. Linnea run up to her room to get her things and then head to the commen room to go out in the corridor. She thought a little less upset and felt less tired but she thought she would have a great time.
Grating
Author: Zabrynna
Date: 04-11-10 13:51
Hair tied back in a fashionably sloppy ponytail, Zabrynna is beginning to wish she'd worn her hair down, at least for the apparition lesson. Having hair to cover her face would help hide her lack of interest. The only good thing about the lesson is that it means not having to jump right in first thing with Dumbledore's never ending project.
Zabrynna's disinterest in the lesson today isn't because she doesn't want to be able to apparate once legally an adult. It's that Professor Twycross NEVER deviates from his little Destination Deliberation Determination mantra. Hearing it over and over and over every week for the block of time set aside for the lessons gets irritating. Having two Saturdays off because of spring holiday didn't help matters, not parts of both those days, and every other day of Easter holiday except for Easter Sunday, were spent on that damned punishment project. She swears that the number of books in that room have not diminished in the slighest, even though once she's got stacks of them listed the stacks are taken away by a house elf who periodically shows up for just that purpose.
Zabrynna knows without doubt much of her irritation today is from having had to listen all week about how great everyone's holiday was. Even the other students who stayed had a better time than Zabrynna because they were allowed chaperoned visits into Hogsmeade and there were actitivies at Cloud's Kiss even though Professr Miller was gone for part of the holiday. Since those events were not directly Muggle Studies related, as part of the agreement allowing her to return to Hogwarts, Zabrynna was not able to participate in those activities.
Even worse was finally coming to terms with the fact that no matter how strong and true her feelings for Declan Douglass are, Zabrynna ruined any real future chance she might have ever had with him once no longer his student. It's depressed her no end. She's not even sure what the point of remaining a Hogwarts student is anymore other than the knowledge of how much it irks her parents that she prefers it to their choices. At least there's no argument from them on signing up for Muggle Studies again for the fall term. As her mother annoyingly puts it, "Know thy enemy." As if Muggles were the enemy. Did she learn nothing from that whole Nons versus Pures debacle?
Zabrynna blinks, finding herself in her hoop but knowing just how close she came to a major splinch. Time to stop thinking about anything but apparating even if it means hearing the by now all too grating refrain, "Destination. Deliberation. Determination."
(Reading, Berkshire) A Wall and a Hard Place
Author: Melchior
Date: 04-12-10 19:03
I leaned back, happy that it was a day when I could finally relax, especially since yesterday had been more stressful then the rest of that week put together. Sure, it had been just like any other day, but it was different in the way that I was sick of having to deal with what I have to deal with every day!
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"No, Frank!" I screamed at the bully. "Piss off!"
"Big boy now, aren't we?" Frank said, approaching me steadily. He held in his hands a jock strap that could have been anybody's, but he called it his own just to add to the look on my face when he put it on my head. "I wouldn't be so snappy if I were you. It will only make your punishment worse." I turned around to see his cocked smile.
"What do you punish me for anyway? Being an outcast? Being the one who always gets left out?" I said, trying to find words that would make his stop coming closer to me. I felt behind me and only found the solid brick walls of the school. I was trapped. But in the midst of my panic, a thought struck me. "Or maybe you're just jealous because I'm a little smarter then you."
"What are you talking about, Mate?" Frank asked, actually pausing for a second. I needed to take advantage of this.
"I'm able to raise my hand and answer every question, and you're not. I think that you're jealous of me only because I pay a little more attention in class then you do!" I said, pointing an accusing finger at the boy with the jock strap.
"You're off your rocker, mate. But you may have a point," he said, looking off to the side. "Oh well, I'll just make you pay extra for that." He started approaching me again. I started feeling against the brick wall for any route of escape. None came. I closed my eyes and waited for my punishment.
I felt the wend blowing through my hair as a sudden breeze swept past. How can there be a breeze in a place where a wall is locking the oncoming wind? I opened my eyes and saw the entire schoolyard laid out before me. I could even see further down the landscape all the way to the now more distant horizon.
"'ey, Dingum! Where'd you go?" Frank called below me. I looked down and saw the brick wall, where I had just been, and Frank who was now frantically searching for me. I looked in back of me and saw a haven of untouchable pavement. The school rooftop. Frank would never think to look up here, and I wasn't going to give him a hint. "You can't hide, mate. You should know that by now." I heard him say as he rushed off in search of me. I made sure he was around the corner before I began laughing my head off. This was brilliant. I couldn't come up with anything more perfect if I tried. Who cares how I got up here? Maybe it was my guardian angel again. But the point was that I was away from Frank, and if that was the ends, then the means are most certainly justified.
I did an about face and began enjoying the breeze as I explored what there was of the rooftop. Nothing special really. The whole thing was flat and covered with bird droppings. It seemed like a perfect hideaway...Except for the part where there didn't seem to be a way down. As this thought occurred to me, I hurriedly glanced around for any kind of ramp, stair, or stepladder.
None.
"Hello?" I called into the outer reaches of the roof. "Can anyone help me? I'm stuck up here!" I stopped and listened for any sign of movement.
A minute passed, and I heard nothing.
I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at the sun and realized that it was later then I had expected. Everyone my have left the school by now. Fear began to consume me as I began to look around frantically. "Hello? Is anyone out there? Principal Brookman? Frank?" I called as loud as I could. I froze and began to sink to the pavement as I realized no one was coming. I let out a whisper of "Mommy?" as I put my head in my arms and began to cry.
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"Melchi?" I heard a familiar voice ask. I looked up anxiously to find my little brother, Max. "Why are you crying?"
"Wha..." I tried to say looking quizzically at my brother before looking around me and recognizing the place immediately. It was the backyard of my own house. I jumped up and look around. "Home? I'm home!" I said, sniffing my runny nose.
"Of course, you're home, Melchi. You always come home from school. Even if you were a little late today," Max said, happy to see that I wasn't crying anymore.
"MAX!" I heard Mum call as she opened the back door. She looked to the side and found us both instantly. "Oh, there you are. And Melchior, glad to see you finally made it home. Why were you late? Did you make a new friend?" Mum asked hopefully.
"Afraid not, Mum. Let's just say that I was stuck between a wall and a hard place," I said, walking in through the back door.