Keira Smethwyk (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} imnotfelicity) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} possibilities,@ 2008-04-28 20:21:00 |
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Monday; October 17, 1977
Characters: Keira Smethwyk & [YOU]
Setting: Monday October 17, 1977. After CoMC. Entrance Hall.
Summary: Keira carries a bit too much up the stairs & can't make it up the staircase. Pah-sha!
Status: OPEN to you...
Mondays this term were Keira Smethwyk's busiest days of the week. Double charms and Care of Magical Creatures....not exactly the most rigorous of schedules considering her next class wasn't until Thursday. It was funny how exceptionally open her schedule was this term and she reveled in every last second of it. It seemed that though she was still waiting till the last minute to do things, her work load wasn't so bad. She supposed it had something to do with the fact that she was taking classes this year that she actually liked and had no real trouble in.
Anyway, Care of Magical Creatures had ended and she was on her way back to the Ravenclaw common room. Unfortunately, she had what she exaggerated to be two-million stairs to climb and an unkind load to carry up them. She'd been too lazy to make a trip back to her room after Charms today and instead carried all of her things to both of her classes. Probably not the best considering she'd also made a pit stop in the library to pick up the new Quidditch Strategies book and she'd received a package from home during lunch. With the extra materials to carry the Ravenclaw was dreading the climb to the Ravenclaw tower.
She dallied a bit after classes before finally trudging up the lawn and into the front entrance of the castle. Her arms were strained and she was already out of breath by the time she paused a moment to stare up at the main staircase. Why weren't there portals to transport the unfortunate tower dwellers to their common rooms? WHY? HM? So unfair.
Reluctantly she began the climb but not half way up she managed to catch her toe on one of the steps causing her footing to teeter. The brown paper package sitting on top of her three books was loosing it's balance. With a untalented attempt to save it in a near acrobatic plie – twist thing she lost her grip and everything she'd been carrying toppled down the steps. "Bloody, fucking hell," she mumbled harshly as she stared at the small mess now at the foot of the staircase. She forced a near violent exhale from her lungs and began a stomp fest to gather her things.
Characters: Keira Smethwyk & [YOU]
Setting: Monday October 17, 1977. After CoMC. Entrance Hall.
Summary: Keira carries a bit too much up the stairs & can't make it up the staircase. Pah-sha!
Status: OPEN to you...
Mondays this term were Keira Smethwyk's busiest days of the week. Double charms and Care of Magical Creatures....not exactly the most rigorous of schedules considering her next class wasn't until Thursday. It was funny how exceptionally open her schedule was this term and she reveled in every last second of it. It seemed that though she was still waiting till the last minute to do things, her work load wasn't so bad. She supposed it had something to do with the fact that she was taking classes this year that she actually liked and had no real trouble in.
Anyway, Care of Magical Creatures had ended and she was on her way back to the Ravenclaw common room. Unfortunately, she had what she exaggerated to be two-million stairs to climb and an unkind load to carry up them. She'd been too lazy to make a trip back to her room after Charms today and instead carried all of her things to both of her classes. Probably not the best considering she'd also made a pit stop in the library to pick up the new Quidditch Strategies book and she'd received a package from home during lunch. With the extra materials to carry the Ravenclaw was dreading the climb to the Ravenclaw tower.
She dallied a bit after classes before finally trudging up the lawn and into the front entrance of the castle. Her arms were strained and she was already out of breath by the time she paused a moment to stare up at the main staircase. Why weren't there portals to transport the unfortunate tower dwellers to their common rooms? WHY? HM? So unfair.
Reluctantly she began the climb but not half way up she managed to catch her toe on one of the steps causing her footing to teeter. The brown paper package sitting on top of her three books was loosing it's balance. With a untalented attempt to save it in a near acrobatic plie – twist thing she lost her grip and everything she'd been carrying toppled down the steps. "Bloody, fucking hell," she mumbled harshly as she stared at the small mess now at the foot of the staircase. She forced a near violent exhale from her lungs and began a stomp fest to gather her things.
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