rey bradenton (aurorarhea) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2016-01-16 23:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: aurora whatts, character: rey skywalker, thread: in progress |
Who: Aurora and Rey
Where: Library, likely elsewhere at Hogwarts eventually
When: January 16th, Midday
Warning: Probs none?
Status: Closed; In Progress
One day the petite brunette girl who was sat at a library table with far too many pieces of parchment out in front of her detailing out precisely what she needed to plan for the N.E.W.T.s that were coming up much sooner than she'd like would perhaps break out of her most compulsory of habits - but today was not that day for Aurora. Glancing over her self-imposed lesson plan she sighed - she was actually pretty sure that this was a bit counter productive for her whole plan for seventh year... the whole, ya know, be more social, let what will happen with school happen, just be happy with being yourself. That was the plan still, right? She was pretty sure it still was. With a slightly frustrated sigh she packed up all of the unused pieces of parchment in front of her - shoving her books unceremoniously into her leather messenger bag as well, the only paper left in front of her was the one with her detailed 'lesson plan' for the next few months. DADA here, Transfiguration there, some extra Arithmancy study that she knew she'd regret not working into the schedule.
Another frustrated sigh escaped her mouth - louder than she must have realized as she was quickly shushed by a group of fourth years doing something or other for Care of Magical Creatures at the table closest to her. She shook her head trying to hide a grin that'd formed on her lips. She was definitely in need of a break, it was a Saturday for crying out loud - and here she was breaking the one rule she had set for herself this year, don't lock yourself up and out of fun's path. If she wasn't sure that fun was still her goal this year, she was definitely at the very least sure that she wasn't going to find it sitting here in the library by herself fretting about how on Earth she was going to pull off N.E.W.T.s that she didn't even know what she wanted to do with. Lack of mental consensus on career choices, that at least was a thought for another time and place. With a muffled groan she plopped her head down on the table, clearly in need of some time away from the torture chamber that was indecision.