Jun 3, 2017
“Again, I don’t study. I just get my assignments done in time, and after reading and writing stuff down, I’ve learned everything I need to for when the tests come. I would NOT be a good tutor. You might want to ask someone else”
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“Again, I don’t study. I just get my assignments done in time, and after reading and writing stuff down, I’ve learned everything I need to for when the tests come. I would NOT be a good tutor. You might want to ask someone else”
“ Merlin’s beard.. “ Ciaran muttered to himself as he watched the first years. His expression clearly showing just how appalled he was by what was happening on the Pitch in front of him. He shook his head as one of them actually mounted their broom backwards. “ Am I really seein’ this? “ He questioned, “ Did that one just get on their broom BACKWARDS? “
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Hugo slinked around a corner in the halls of his school before stopping, surprised to see anyone else in the hallways, surprised to see anyone else in the hallways; not knowing that class had started fifteen minutes ago. In a talking mood today Hugo quietly bounced up behind the other unsuspecting wizard, “Did you know that Chinese Chomping Cabbages have the ability to eat things like carrots and other vegetables? Isn’t that just wicked? But wouldn’t that be like cannibalism? Then that would be like wicked but not like wicked you know? Like a different kind of wicked but maybe still wicked?” Hugo said, his mind on rapid fire and he simply spat out everything that came to his head, barely giving himself enough time to breathe let alone the other person to process what he was saying.
“So, my aunt wanted me to write something for my father’s death anniversary. Apparently, ‘I hate the guy, write something yourself’ is not an appropriate answer.”
“The last time I had firewhisky I ran around the castle telling everyone I saw fun facts about their houses, and then I saw this couple holding hands and I started actually crying, and when they asked me what was wrong, I said ‘I’m just so happy for you!’ And then I realized that I had an assignment to turn in that was due in half an hour, so I wobbled on over to the library and in my drunken state completed the whole assignment- which was probably one of my proudest moments, mind you-” Harper paused to take a breath. “And I turned it in to my professor just in time! And I didn’t get in trouble.” Finishing her story, she had almost forgotten the point of it all. “Uh-- yeah, that’s why I’m taking a break from firewhisky.”
She had been enjoying a quiet time near the outskirts of the campus, she didn't really want to be bothered. She knew how to get in without people even noticing Ning that she was gone. So when someone approached her she gave them a cold look and arched eyebrow in questions.
the altitude of the astronomy tower leaves the autumn air frigid to her skin; raising goose-flesh along the exposed surface of her arms. with a shudder from toes to finger tips, oriana pulls the thick blue blanket tighter across slender hunched shoulder. it would be easy to wave a hand and cast a heating charm, but she wanted the briskness of the chill to her skin. each gust of wind knocking the stuffy cotton balls of sleeplessness away from the surface of her mind. it’s the creak of the door which makes her look back, not finding enough worry to scrounge up, to feel guilty about being out past common curfew. ❛ come to fetch me inside? or do you want a smoke too? cus if it’s any business darker than that, you’re outer luck - the tower’s charmed; couldn’t even throw a stick off here without it shooting back up again.❜
❛ ugh, no, just leave me to die here, my pride is gone, my crops are dead. i think I’m getting a pimple. even a first year, a tiny itty bitty first year managed to sass me today. the shame! ❜