WHO; Antonin Dolohov && Gladys Esme Ackerley
WHEN; Shortly after the 7th year's Study Hall, Thursday.
WHERE; The entrance to the hall.
SUMMARY; Esme runs into Antonin and talk ensues.
RATING; PG, most likely.
WARNINGS; Cursing, possibly. And TBA.
STATUS; In Progress.



There was no point in procrastinating, really. Esme was just fine when it came to anything practical, she had some rough patches here and there but essays would always make the girl wrinkle her nose and run the other way as fast as she could. If anything, charms was her least favorite class. Everyone in Hufflepuff would go on and on about how it was their best class or how it was relatively easy compared to their other NEWT courses, but ugh. Despite the fact that she was a decent enough student Charms, the subject that everyone saw as a soft option, would always be her downfall. She wanted to let out a small yell and crumple up the parchment that she’d worked so much on the previous night—the pathetic thing was the table in front of her, along with other fragments of parchment and her essay. Getting anything done in Study Hall was too much to ask for.

Esme bit her lip as she looked around; most of the other students were quietly packing up and even talking to one another. Flitwick couldn’t be that upset at her, could he? She’d been relatively good this year, studying and putting in more effort so she wouldn’t be in this sort of situation. She sighed once and slumped in her chair and let her eyes lose focus. Before she knew it the other students had already gotten up and began making their way out of the hall. There wasn’t any time left, Charms was her next class. Despite not wanting to, Esme let out a groan as she threw her book bag over her shoulder and grabbed her pieces of parchment in a rush. She was going to be late on top of not being fully prepared for class.

She wasn’t even paying attention as she literally bumped into someone at the front door, resulting in the parchment flying out of her hands and on to the floor. “WHY why why ugh.—” She waved off whoever she had bumped into as she tried to collect her thoughts and things, and took a deep breath before even attempting to look up. Everything would be fine. Not having one essay would not result in the end of the world. She’d get through this. With a small nod she took another breath and slowly stood up, attempting to put a smile on her face. She turned to whoever she’d run into, but not before closing her eyes and shaking her head.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about that,”