pl_astoria (pl_astoria) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-11-27 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | astoria greengrass, sorin radoslav |
Who: Sorin Radoslav and Astoria Greengrass
What: A very delayed conversation
When: Friday night-ish
Where:6th Year Boys' Slytherin dorms
Rating/Status: Low/Incomplete
Friday had been an awful day in Astoria's book. She had woken up to a pounding headache and aching bones, though she had managed to convince herself that they were a result of the smoke and unrestful sleep. Any possibilities of actually being sick were neatly shoved to the furthest recesses of her mind. This was the one thing she could not afford to be pessimistic about. It was hard though, considering how angry she was at herself, at the fire, and certainly at Bole for destroying the one place where she felt at home. All she wanted to do was scream and complain but instead she settled for sleeping. A lot. It was better than any other option available (which weren't up for consideration anyhow).
Waking up now didn't make Astoria feel any better either. But she didn't want to sleep anymore. Instead she leafed through her journal, reading others' entries and snorting at Angelina's drawing. Really. What a horrible example she was setting. Flipping through more pages, she stopped at the sight of Goldstein's name. He was injured. And Sorin was probably worried. They hadn't spoken about his relationship with the Ravenclaw. She'd been waiting for him to tell her personally, and really, she had been a bit miffed that she'd found out through her journal. Deep down, however, she knew she should have approached him a long time ago. She hadn't been paying much attention to anyone lately.
None of that mattered now, though. He probably needed a friend, so she lifted herself off her bed, head pounding with every small movement she made. She ignored it and headed towards a mirror, hoping she didn't look as awful as she felt. Brushing a hand through her hair she made a sad attempt at looking presentable, to no avail. There was no point.
Taking slow, measured steps she made her way towards the boys' dormitory, completely forgetting the fact that she'd be exposing Sorin to whatever it was she had. Astoria knocked softly, waiting for an answer. But no one responded so she turned the knob and let herself in.
"Sorin?"