Oct 28, 2013
It's funny how pathetic some people are, isn't it?
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It's funny how pathetic some people are, isn't it?
Seriously.
Some people in this school don't understand the idea of personal space.
Isn't she the cutest?
Everyone who goes to school here is incredibly daft. That continues to baffle me.
[Tacks up a sign outside the Great Hall. The sign says: Seeking Charms apprentice. Please See Professor Weasley if interested.]
I wonder when it will start snowing. I wouldn't mind if it started early this year to be honest.
Finally finished my Herbology paper. Honestly, when am I even going to need to know the magical properties of a Wiggentree?
Against All Odds || Lyra and Scorpius
Lyra never understood the purpose of timekeepers.
If she was allowed to manifest her own self-indulgent ways on the world, hourglasses and clocks and watches would be rendered obsolete, and time would be ingrained into oneself by the sun's careful movements across the sky. Being brought up in a strict household had taught Lyra that timeliness was everything - yet, she hated the word and its connotations. Timeliness meant moving in a set direction predetermined by someone else. Timeliness meant obeying others along the ticks of a black hand. Timeliness meant restraint, captivity, and imprisonment - so it was a fitting thing that Lyra had always been somewhat of a rebel.
The mere idea was only a wishful dream, however; she knew that wholeheartedly and completely. But as she examined the intricate golden hourglass in one pale hand, Lyra couldn't help but feel satisfyingly victorious when the object dived onto the cold floor with a tinkling crush.
Taking a seat on an empty desk, she pointed her precious wand at the broken mess beneath her feet and muttered a quick Reparo. The sharp shards of glass and the white grains of sand immediately pieced together flawlessly, and the whole object vibrated a bit before it came to a peaceful stop between her two feet. Sliding off the desk, Lyra bent down and picked the hourglass from the floor, intending to repeat her little game of break-and-fix until the stress of the day dissipated off her mind.