Pansy Parkinson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_parkins800) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} resurrectio_rpg,@ 2008-06-13 18:39:00 |
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WHO: Pansy Parkinson
WHAT Pansy's not feeling well and she passes out.
WHERE: Near the Great Hall
WHEN: Evening before Dinner.
RATING: PG-13 for being mean to my own character.
STATUS: Completed; Short but gets the point across.
Something hadn’t felt right when she’d woken up that morning. She really hadn’t been completely up to snuff in days though. She could barely touch her breakfast and she’d pushed her lunch around. She walked around her classes like a zombie. It wasn’t that she was trying to look horrible. She’d simply felt it. She couldn’t quite figure out what was bringing it all on either. Pansy was notoriously stubborn about going to the infirmary wing. She didn’t like going there to visit people much less staying there. She wasn’t going to go. Whatever this was it going to pass. It was going to simply stop. She had it in her head that it would. She’d hated the infirmary wing for as long as she could remember and nothing was going to change that.
She was determined by the time that dinner came around that she was going to keep it down. She was going to go to the Great Hall and eat with her friends. She wasn’t going to miss a minute. Okay, so that was what she thought she was going to do. She’d told others to go on without her instead of moving right along with them after their last class. She had to stop mid-way just to sit down. The world was spinning around in her head. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this dizzy. She breathed in and out deeply for a few moments attempting to regain her focus but the more she concentrated on making the world more focused around her the more confused she became. She wasn’t getting anywhere. The world was slowly slipping through her fingertips. She had to get a hold of herself.
She could have sworn she heard someone saying something to her but she couldn’t concentrate on the tone of the voice or search for a face. It didn’t compute in her head. She didn’t have a clue who was speaking to her or what they might have wanted. Her eyes blinked once before rolling slightly into her head. The last thing that she remembered before the world went black was the colors of the House Point counters swirling around in front of her twisting and contorting beyond their physical locations. Her unconscious body hit the hard castle floors with a ‘clank’. She wouldn't remember much more for hours later.
WHAT Pansy's not feeling well and she passes out.
WHERE: Near the Great Hall
WHEN: Evening before Dinner.
RATING: PG-13 for being mean to my own character.
STATUS: Completed; Short but gets the point across.
Something hadn’t felt right when she’d woken up that morning. She really hadn’t been completely up to snuff in days though. She could barely touch her breakfast and she’d pushed her lunch around. She walked around her classes like a zombie. It wasn’t that she was trying to look horrible. She’d simply felt it. She couldn’t quite figure out what was bringing it all on either. Pansy was notoriously stubborn about going to the infirmary wing. She didn’t like going there to visit people much less staying there. She wasn’t going to go. Whatever this was it going to pass. It was going to simply stop. She had it in her head that it would. She’d hated the infirmary wing for as long as she could remember and nothing was going to change that.
She was determined by the time that dinner came around that she was going to keep it down. She was going to go to the Great Hall and eat with her friends. She wasn’t going to miss a minute. Okay, so that was what she thought she was going to do. She’d told others to go on without her instead of moving right along with them after their last class. She had to stop mid-way just to sit down. The world was spinning around in her head. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this dizzy. She breathed in and out deeply for a few moments attempting to regain her focus but the more she concentrated on making the world more focused around her the more confused she became. She wasn’t getting anywhere. The world was slowly slipping through her fingertips. She had to get a hold of herself.
She could have sworn she heard someone saying something to her but she couldn’t concentrate on the tone of the voice or search for a face. It didn’t compute in her head. She didn’t have a clue who was speaking to her or what they might have wanted. Her eyes blinked once before rolling slightly into her head. The last thing that she remembered before the world went black was the colors of the House Point counters swirling around in front of her twisting and contorting beyond their physical locations. Her unconscious body hit the hard castle floors with a ‘clank’. She wouldn't remember much more for hours later.