Θανατος (deadthings) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-10-10 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 october, dorcas greer-fraser |
Who: Dorcas & Open
What: Trying to get her brain to work right.
Where: Ravenclaw Tower - 8th year Boys Dorm
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: TBD
Staying in Michael's dorm was a little awkward. The other boys had seen her by now but that didn't make it any less weird. She had slept in for Saturday and had missed breakfast in the Great Hall. Lunch was probably going on now but she'd been trying to work on the classwork she had missed. Only every time she tried to remember the books she needed, she got a headache. They were there. The text came up but her head hurt so badly.
So she was trying to remember something else, something easier. "'She's all right again now,' said the Red Queen. 'Do you know Languages? What's the French for fiddle-de-dee?' 'Fiddle-de-dee's not English,' Alice replied gravely. 'Who ever said it was?' said the Red Queen." But her head started hurting something fierce as she got into it. Dorcas pressed a hand to her head and curled over. She got up from the edge of Michael's bed and crossed to the window, looking out. Maybe she just needed to be in her dorm.
But she couldn't bring herself to leave if it would give him peace of mind. Even after having gotten her class supplies, she had come right back. Maybe she should have just brought her whole trunk... But that would have gotten them in trouble. "God, I'm so stupid... Why did I think I could do anything to help..."