Sam Capper is Ginny Weasley's pretend wife. (six_string) wrote in wished, @ 2009-10-07 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !1997: 10, !complete, ginny weasley, sam capper |
Characters: Samantha Capper, Ginny Weasley
Setting: Wednesday, early evening, by the lake
Summary: Aggravating backlash from her prank is aggravating...and so Sam seeks some peace outside
Rating/Disclaimer: PG/PG13, mostly because Sam wants to curse up a storm.
Usually, after pulling a prank off so flawless, Sam felt a giddy, buoyancy that couldn't be replicated. Usually her pranks resulted in a good laugh and some entertainment or retribution. Usually. What they didn't usually result in were increased aggravation and irritation. She'd thought after all the ridiculous uproar over the squid and the Slytherins' defensiveness that a prank would be the right remedy. Instead she had to spend far too much time caught up in the pathetic whining of people too stupid to go to a hospital wing when they should. And insinuations that this was a prime example of why You Know Who was on the right path!
Sam slammed her journal shut and chucked it, caring little for grace or aim, at her bedside table, knocking over everything in it's path. "Fucking...purist bints...too dumb," she mumbled under her breath, aware of the rest of the dorm's inhabitants watching her. Indifferent to their stares, Sam wrenched her guitar case from under the bed and slung the strap over her back. She stopped only to grab her bag, desperate for the cigarettes inside, and stormed out of the room. She was so intent on getting away from the drama she made a beeline through the Common Room, snapping at a third year too slow to get out of her way in time.
The sounds of the last stragglers to dinner filtered out from the Great Hall as Sam passed by, her steps not slowing any until she made it out onto the front lawn. "Fuck," she sighed, taking in a deep breath of cool air and feeling at least an ounce of frustration ebb. Sam pulled a cigarette from her bag and lit up, sucking the smoke in as eagerly as she had the air just a moment before, even more frustration fading. Still too agitated to go back inside, Sam headed around the lake, pointedly not thinking about it's absent inhabitant, and settled by one of the trees lining it's southern edge to play and, hopefully, relax a little.