Who: Regan and Ambrose What: Hanging out in the Common Room When: March 21th Where: Slytherin Common Room Rating: TBD (lowish?)
Regan entered the sanctity of the Slytherin house. Prefect rounds, something she once loved, seemed to be a never ending headache. Most days she wanted to perform her duties and catch the trouble her classmates constantly found themselves in. Today she wanted everyone to shut up and mind their own business. It seemed she wasn't going to have any luck of the kind. She removed her headband from her head, shaking loose the hair to try and hide the indent. Rounds may be over but she still had Potions homework to complete and she had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
Her bag was heavy with the latest owl from her father. He was never a kind man but Azkaban had brought out his more...uncouth qualities. It wasn't her fault her brother left and try as she might she could not convince him she would not do the same. She thought being on the IS would help matters but nothing. If her classmates hater her that was their own ignorance, it would be nice to have a friendly soul back home.
Regan dropped to one of the far chairs with a sigh, kicking off her feet. She didn't care if she seemed melodramatic. It had been a long day and it seemed like it was never going to end. She wanted an actual drink and a pillow. That didn't seem like so much to ask. She was Regan Avery, she refused to act like a petulant child. She would stop it first thing tomorrow. Possibly Friday. She rubbed her toes with one hand, reaching in to pull out her textbook with another. By Sunday she would be right as rain. They better hope so at least. She was far more likely to exaggerate wrongdoings if her headache kept up. Regan pulled out her ink well, balancing it carefully on the arm of her chair as she sought out her quill. "Bloody hell, where did it run off to this time? Mingy buggar."