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Isabel Urquhart ([info]serpentcharm) wrote in [info]possibilities,
@ 2008-05-30 23:16:00
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Who; Isabel Urquhart and Regulus Black
What; Isabel needs help with homework
Where; Slytherin Common Room
When; Friday, November 18th




Isabel drew back her hair into a messy bun, glancing around the common room before move her gaze back to the books below her. If it hadn't been for Isabel's last letter from her father, she wouldn't have bothered to work on her homework on a Friday evening. But apparently, her parents were trying to keep track on how the girl was doing with her school work and she received a nasty letter just a few days ago about how important it is to work out and she should be more like Cillian, blah blah blah. Still, there were so many other things she could be doing that night. Spending time with friends should have been at the top of her list.

Hearing a popping noise from the fire, the sound made her flinch, accidently knocking her quill onto the floor. "Ah bugger," she whispered as she bent down to pick it up. As she lifted herself upright, the girl accidently bumped her head on the table. "Ow! Merlin's beard!" Narrowing her eyes she placed her hand over the side of her face. "Not my night." Trying to let out a small laugh even though her head did slightly hurt.


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