InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "The pickle people prefer"

Claire Westbane (clairefree) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-02-25 19:44:00

Entry tags:

#feb2023, *commonroom, c. westbane, f. finnigan

Who: Claire and Fiona
When: Wednesday, after dinner
What: They both need to vent, I think
Where: erm, tba
Rating: PG-13 for language

Everything and everyone seemed to by in a ribbon of colours and noise and, a practiced daydreamer, Claire simply sat back and let her eyes go blank. Lately her head seemed to be filled with worry after worry after worry, and it was doing her head in. She was usually a 'get on a do it' kind of girl. But this death, and now Albus, her stress factor was increasing at an alarming rate and her school work was suffering for it. She'd had her first Herbology tutorial with Art the day before, which had helped immensely, but any other motivation to get her work done seemed to have gone out the window. Along with quite a bit of her self-assurance, sleep, appetite and social skills. She didn't like it. At all.

So now, at Fiona's poking and prodding (which Claire was grateful for), she was waiting for the younger girl for a planned trip around the grounds on their brooms. She positioned herself in her usual chair by the fire, feet tucked underneath her, broomstick leaning against the seat. The fire was hypnotising; it was almost like lying back and trying to make shapes out the of the clouds. The shadows the flames cast along the length of the wall in front of her seamlessly changed and whispered, dancing to a tune no one else could hear.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

clairefree
2009-03-03 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Claire revelled in the stillness of everything around her. Nothing could touch her up here. She dipped between the towers in the stands, taking her time, moving with the broom. This was a fantastic cure for her malcontent.

When Fiona spoke she became slower still. Looking around her, she smiled, thinking of that game. She remembered it well. "Wes was high," she mused, thinking about how close they'd come to losing that. She'd blasted him about it afterwards. And after that she'd been with James in the locker room.

She dropped her head, hiding a smile. Those were the days. Carefree and a king of contagious maturity. They thought they were invincible. They'd thought. Daria had changed that.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

snitchwitch
2009-03-04 09:31 am UTC (link)

Fiona couldn't help but burst out laughing at that moment, remembering how Wes let two goals in from stumbling over his broom. Memories of those fateful days made her giggle - even when times were rough. "Oh god, and Cas Wood totally missed how many Bludgers because his ex-girlfriend was watching." She rolled her eyes and laughed, leaning against one of the hoops.

God, Quidditch...

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

clairefree
2009-03-05 01:51 am UTC (link)

Claire shook her head at the memory. "Men and their vices," she called out to Fiona who was almost at the other end of the pitch. She stopped, hovering above the ground and cast a glance back at the castle. "Me and my vices," she murmured under her breath. She wondered where Wes was, what he was doing. Eyes fell closed. Who he was with.

Swallowing, she speed up again, taking a few laps around the pitch until she couldn't breathe anymore. This preoccupation she had with him at the moment needed to blow away with the the slip stream she was creating.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -