InsaneJournal

Who: Nox & Polly
What: Interaction during open block
Where: Front steps/Outside
When: Approximately 11:10 am on Monday April 6th
Rating/Warnings: TBA
Status: in progress

Yet another roll call, it made Polly extremely uncomfortable and in turn hostile. She had to cover up her fear of death and these attacks with something; it was lies and a bitchy attitude. Once more Polly was lying to herself telling herself she didn’t need to worried and things were going to be just fine in the end. She kept lying to herself and telling herself that the Aurors were here to protect them. So far they were doing a crappy job, just as the professors were. Polly had an uneasy day in Potions, which was saying a lot. She had nearly spoiled her potion but she had managed to save it. Polly’s mind was elsewhere, but when asked she just snapped back that she was fine and for people to stop asking. Polly claimed to be just a little tired; poor sleep from the night before.

Finally her class was done for the day, only Study Hall at the end of the day to break up her freedom. Study hall was a waste of her precious time, she did not want to sit and be forced to study but she supposed some people needed the encouragement. With NEWTs around the corner she perhaps should start using her time more wisely, but why would she do that? Polly much preferred to spend her time reading or bothering other people. Polly had gossip to keep up with.

Polly decided that fresh air was a must at this current moment in time. The stink of potions lingered in her nose and on her clothing; she needed out of the dank dungeons and into the fresh air. With some papers clutched in her arms and her bag resting on her shoulder she b-lined it out of class. She didn’t talk to anyone as she passed only muttering a few unkind words at someone in her way. Did people not acknowledge their surroundings anymore? “Move it space case,” she spat out angrily as one of the rare younger years crossed her path. All she needed now was to take one of Polly’s clumsy falls and the moment would be perfect.

Her tell tale fall did not occur until she was out the main door and tripping down the front steps letting her papers go flying. Skirt flipped up she was sure and knees scrapped. Her papers now fluttering elsewhere, at least it wasn’t raining. “Bollocks and fucking Merlin.” She yelled as she tried to right herself but slipping in the process.