Susan Bones (in_my_bones) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-01-28 08:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ambrose travers, character: susan bones, date: 1998 - 01, etc: open thread, location: hogwarts - other |
Who: Susan and Ambrose (and anyone who feels inclined to be out of bed)
What: Prefect rounds
When: Friday, January 28th, after curfew
Where: All over
Rating: I’ll say PG-13 because there may be some swearing
Doing rounds was probably Susan’s least favorite thing about being a prefect. Especially when she had to do them with someone that she disliked. And tonight was one of those nights. Tonight she had to put up with Ambrose Travers for several hours, which was honestly more than she ever needed. They had never particularly gotten along, not even as children. He seemed to look down on just about everyone, and Susan hated that. Their mothers knew each other from school, having both been in Hufflepuff, though a few years apart. There had been a few instances where they were forced together as children, but they always seemed to end with Susan in tears, so they stopped getting together after a while. She wondered if her mum still saw Ambrose’s mother. She remembered that her mum always seemed to disapprove of the boy’s father; no wonder why.
Susan stood in the entrance hall, near the archway that lead off to the dungeons, waiting for her partner. Her long hair was pulled back into a loose braid, with her bangs hanging down, just brushing her eyelashes. She had vowed that she was going to have someone trim them for her this weekend; they were beginning to drive her insane. Perhaps Parvati would do it for her… She seemed like she would be good at that. Far better than Megan had been, that was certain. Last time Megan cut them, they turned out crooked.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor behind her. It’s about time…
(if you want me to change the bit about their mums let me know)