Terry Boot (pushemup) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-01-12 15:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: parvati patil, character: terry boot, date: 1998 - 01, location: hogwarts - library |
After the Fact
Who Terry Boot and Parvati Patil
What Post class discussions
When Evening of Wed. the 12, after DADA
Where Around the library
Rating Generally mild
It seemed the way studies were going this year would prove to be more challenging than any other before. Not because of the courses he was taking, or the topics he was taking but the lesson plans. As if last week’s disaster in Muggle Studies was not enough of a headache to ignore, the class held earlier in the day had made his head spin. The boy had thought it better to hold his tongue rather than speak his mind. For the moment, it was for the best. He knew, however, he would make his tongue bleed in mere weeks if classes continued in this manner.
As with every stressful day in the school before, Terry spent a good hour after dinner sitting in the library with his nose in the books. He was not looking for anything specific or important but it was easier than sitting with a group of people who may have believed the Death Eater-designed propaganda they were hearing all day.
A copy of ancient sites in Serbia and other South Eastern European nations and a scrap of parchment on the desk in front of him as the boy skimmed the pages. His eyes were slowly beginning to glaze over with the countless translations and grainy, moving pictures and diagrams flashed around. What was once the solid mass he called a brain was beginning to figuratively liquefy and he looked away for a moment. Terry removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose slowly as he let out a sigh. He wanted to send a message to his mother to see if she was doing alright. He also knew that he couldn’t because as far as the Ministry knew, he had been disowned by her. Pretending to not have a mother was starting to feel as unpleasant as if he really had her walk away.
Upon replacing his glasses, a familiar profile caught his attention in the distance. A small smile crossed his face as the boy stood up with his uniform haphazardly arranged. Perhaps some company would be better when they were a bit more intelligent.
“Hey, Padma, wait up,” he called just above a whisper as not to be scolded by the librarian.
When he drew closer to the girl the smile slid slightly from his face and color grew in his cheeks. Whoops, wrong Patil.