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A Night in the Common Room [Complete]
Characters: Isabella Barbary & (open)
When/Where: Ravenclaw Common Room, 10:30pm September 1st
Rating: G or PG
Summary: The feast has ended and the Ravenclaw common room is a place where students are passing through. Some stay to hang out and some go right to bed. Isabella is lounging in a chair, restless. She cannot sleep and is looking for someone to chat with to pass the time.
The shadows were soft as they fell across the floor. If one stared at them too long, as Isabella was doing, you could almost believe you could see things that were not there. Maybe a particular dark shadow was something other than just a shadow; something dark that had invaded the tranquility of the room around her. Then again she was sleep deprived and her brain was highly suggestive at the moment. It had been a long day.
At first glance one would think that not sleeping was a sign of being anxious over the start of classes. That was not the case with Isabella. Sure she was worried a little about taking NEWT level classes, but that was not the primary thought on her mind. She had always excelled with her school work. Her mother was too obsessive not to see that she did. Of course she was curious about what her classes held in store, but like all other students she would find out soon enough. She was in no hurry to rush the school year.
As people hurried by or settled into chairs Isabella heard whispers pertaining to the fliers. Seems everyone had heard about them but she was not sure everyone had seen them. There were whispers such as, "Can you believe it?", "I wonder who is responsible", "It is absolute rubbish", and so on. It was all stuff she had heard before. Besides, even if someone believed otherwise she was pretty certain that they were not going to admit it in a Ravenclaw common room. Well, not if they had any common sense.
Biting down on her lip, Isabella turned her attention and stared out the window for a moment. She had already surveyed the common room and had seen several familiar faces but everyone seemed busy in their own conversations. It gave her time to ponder a deeper question. Why was she not tired? Why did she not race up to the dorms and sleep?
Maybe the answer was there under the surface but she was just being a fool and pretending it did not exist. It sure made her life easier if she suppressed the growing thought in the back of her head. She told herself school was more important and that is what she should focus on. School always is most important.
A blond curl fell across her face and quickly she tucked it back behind her ear. Her attention coming around full circle settled upon the common room once again. Cerulean hues scanned the room for a second time. Her elbow rested on the arm of the chair and her chin in her palm. There had to be someone she could talk to, to pass the time...
When/Where: Ravenclaw Common Room, 10:30pm September 1st
Rating: G or PG
Summary: The feast has ended and the Ravenclaw common room is a place where students are passing through. Some stay to hang out and some go right to bed. Isabella is lounging in a chair, restless. She cannot sleep and is looking for someone to chat with to pass the time.
The shadows were soft as they fell across the floor. If one stared at them too long, as Isabella was doing, you could almost believe you could see things that were not there. Maybe a particular dark shadow was something other than just a shadow; something dark that had invaded the tranquility of the room around her. Then again she was sleep deprived and her brain was highly suggestive at the moment. It had been a long day.
At first glance one would think that not sleeping was a sign of being anxious over the start of classes. That was not the case with Isabella. Sure she was worried a little about taking NEWT level classes, but that was not the primary thought on her mind. She had always excelled with her school work. Her mother was too obsessive not to see that she did. Of course she was curious about what her classes held in store, but like all other students she would find out soon enough. She was in no hurry to rush the school year.
As people hurried by or settled into chairs Isabella heard whispers pertaining to the fliers. Seems everyone had heard about them but she was not sure everyone had seen them. There were whispers such as, "Can you believe it?", "I wonder who is responsible", "It is absolute rubbish", and so on. It was all stuff she had heard before. Besides, even if someone believed otherwise she was pretty certain that they were not going to admit it in a Ravenclaw common room. Well, not if they had any common sense.
Biting down on her lip, Isabella turned her attention and stared out the window for a moment. She had already surveyed the common room and had seen several familiar faces but everyone seemed busy in their own conversations. It gave her time to ponder a deeper question. Why was she not tired? Why did she not race up to the dorms and sleep?
Maybe the answer was there under the surface but she was just being a fool and pretending it did not exist. It sure made her life easier if she suppressed the growing thought in the back of her head. She told herself school was more important and that is what she should focus on. School always is most important.
A blond curl fell across her face and quickly she tucked it back behind her ear. Her attention coming around full circle settled upon the common room once again. Cerulean hues scanned the room for a second time. Her elbow rested on the arm of the chair and her chin in her palm. There had to be someone she could talk to, to pass the time...