Sep 10 2008, 06:42 PM
Another day of classes was done. Teagan wasn't certain if she felt like dueling today or not. The last many encounters had shaken her faith in the idea of a "normal" Slytherin after dueling the likes of Juliet and Julian. Julian apparently had something against her, or her against him, but she was still confused. Well, not really, but the idea of possibly running into either of them on this nice day was just something she'd rather not do just yet.
As she roamed back down to her Common Room from class, Teagan steered down a slightly different path and just began walking until she saw it. It was a room of shiny! She entered and reveled in the amount of awards and trophies. How on earth did Hogwarts get so many? Well, besides being like the oldest school ever.
She poked around, remarked at the dueling trophies, drooled
onover the Quidditch Cup and then smirked with self satisfaction at the House Cup with her house's name on it. Sure she hadn't had any part whatsoever in earning it, but she was trying to do her part at the moment. Well, mostly. She went to class and did her work. What more did they want from her?
Moment of supreme shiny over, Teagan turned and began to walk out of the room when her bag caught on one of the lesser quality stands of trophies (basketweaving heh) and began to tip over. Her eyes grew wide and she immediately stepped back to try and catch the shelf and all it's shiny. Sure these were insignificant trophies, but what if she started a domino effect... like only happens in movies?
Nov 20 2008, 03:15 AM
Business ma Business, he really had no business doing anything at the moment – no longer crammed inside a cell like room with much bigger space and view outside onto the lawn, sunshine and fresh air which he couldn’t afford to enjoy while the Professors’ droned on and on about the material. Yet now, with freedom at hand, his broadened choices became another limiting factor. Johann had so many choices – so much that his cranked brain really had no more energy to decide.
Merlins did he hate school.
Idly walking along the castle’s paths with borrowed books in hand, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit like a soggy duckling – or just a penniless, dirt poor underprivileged mess. Reasons for feeling foul? None. Reasons for not taking a turn and go back to the Common Room through the direct route he had tested time after time? Reasoning at the moment: though, Johann decided it was pointless to reason at the moment which his brain was elsewhere – he just couldn’t find.
Blank would be a nice way to describe it, and it married well with – It was another, pointless day at that.
Johann Karl Krause the second presumably could’ve have in his opinion utilized this day in order to optimize the suffering of a Ravenclaw who just hangs around the nest like fleas to haggard hobos’ blankets. Yes, those torn wreckage of partial Witches parts – somehow gets mistaken by the school of Hogwarts as fully functional little girls and thus be allowed, and decently jammed into the jar of the Ravenclaw Tower. Mysteries of life, he didn’t really want to know.
Same with the books at hands, he didn’t feel like reading them at the moment, or any time in the future. The same dusty smell would come out of them, while those book worms loooooooved it, he Johann Karl Krause the second, preferred his books new and well kept. That was not the case with this additional reading material though, shared, in the library…just how many people have flipped through it, was it even sanitary?!
He was going to get sick from touching unsanitary books. He suddenly stopped in the middle of nowhere, surprisingly, it had seemed this part of the corridor was empty, the dropped the books went down with a bang, at the same moment, a shadowy figure suddenly disappeared into the rooms with then for what it seems like a small tornado happening in the room…Suspicions…
Forgetting about his dropped books for a second, the first year Slytherin approached the ‘room’ with caution, peering in, he found a rather distraught looking girl, Great…just Great. Now he’s going to get cooties with book-haemorrhage-fever-virus.
Nov 20 2008, 10:22 PM
She reached out to steady the bookcase. It was working, well sort of. There was a noise behind her, but she was too preoccupied with impending doom to care. The book shelf teetered back and forth, Teagan doing her best to work it to a still position. Unfortunately, just like everything in this stinking castle, it was built a million years ago by someone who had felt the need to make it study enough to hold an elephant on it.
Bottom line, the thing fell over. Most of the trophies scattered without fanfare, but Teagan stood waiting to hear the telltale crack and shatter of one that broke. Thankfully there were only two such noises and she allowed herself a moment to breath out. She immediately dropped to her knees and corralled the ones that had scattered the farthest. With that task done, she needed the ridiculous shelf back upright. She stood up and leaned over to grab onto it and pull.
By now she cuold see the shadow of someone to the side, and they were just... there. Argh. She tugged a bit more on the shelf, but it only moved along the floor, not vertically like she needed.
"Oiy, you there, can you give me a hand?"
Watch it be some joker that claps and walks off. She looked at the nearest trophy. It was about a foot tall with some goofy looking guy on top proclaiming he was the best crup judge that year. Yeah, that would so get chunked at the joker if need be.
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