thread. Who: Emma and open. What: Trying to find something to do. Where: Corridor. Somewhere. Onwards from there. When: Tuesday March 11th. Rating: She tries not to swear, so probably a very Disney PG. Status: Incomplete.
The past few weeks had slid by, for Emma. They consisted only of homework, essays and grim conversations with others through her journal. It was unenjoyable, apart from the couple of brilliant pranks as executed by one James Potter and his accomplice, Rose but even that only lasted a brief amount of time and couldn't keep her entertained. She was sitting in a corner in a random corridor. She had no clue where she was because she had been wandering aimlessly and felt like sitting down somewhere. She played with the frilly ends of her scarf and allowed her head to slump backwards onto the wall. Not even her ever imaginative friends could keep her entertained lately.
Crossing her legs over one another and pulling them closer up to her body, she blew out a deep breath and rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand. Merlin, she had more fun at tea parties.