Corrie doth protest too much (![]() ![]() @ 2012-01-07 13:09:00 |
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Current music: | none - it's the library, shh! |
Who: Corrie and OPEN
What: Trying to study and being distracted
When: Saturday after lunch
Where: The library
Rating: TBD
Status: Just started!
The library might not be the last place Corrie wanted to be on a Saturday afternoon (the very last place being the Forbidden Forest, which incidentally was also the last place she wanted to be on Monday mornings and Friday evenings), but it was pretty damn close - especially this Saturday, when everyone else was sure to be at the snowball fight. But because of that, and because Hufflepuff, with its ground-level windows, was situated in a really inconvenient place when it came to not being distracted by people having fun outside, it was the library for her - where there were fewer people (because they were all going to a snowball war) and it was quieter (because everyone else was off having fun), and the atmosphere was more conducive to studying, as Professor Swilt might say.
It was dreadful. The silence was oppressive, and though Corrie didn't want to have to hear and see people running and shrieking and getting delightfully colorsplotched when she couldn't join in, she didn't understand how people could work like this, around all these books. She'd even pulled piles of them off the shelf and arranged them on her table in a protective barrier - get more of them on her side, kind of thing - but it wasn't working. Though she tried to concentrate, she just couldn't think so well with no one around but Madame Buckram, who was old and didn't count. She couldn't focus on the Charms textbook in front of her, the words kept sliding past her and getting tangled in her thoughts. Frustrated, she took her head in her hands and knocked it against the table a few times. Ironically, she was so focused on abusing her forehead that she didn't notice someone walking up until they were right at her elbow.