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[22 Jan 2008|10:18am] |
Who: Stavros and OPEN
Where: The grounds somewhere
When: Tuesday, late afternoon
What: Randomness. Stavros needs to get out of his shell.
Quidditch never failed to put Stavros in a good mood. Of course, you couldn't really tell Stavros's mood by looking at him, most of the time; he tended to have the same stoic expression on his face whenever one came across him. That didn't mean he wasn't capable of emotion, though -- he was just raised not to wear them on his sleeve.
At any rate, Stavros exited the pitch at a leisurely pace, hair damp from his post-practice shower. He didn't feel like going back to the common room yet, as he was rather enjoying the crisp winter air. Besides, he'd spent far too long in the dungeons lately, holed up studying for Transfiguration pretty much since the party. Stavros didn't like falling behind, and he had studied until he felt like he was on top of things again. Some people might call him obsessive, but Stavros preferred 'driven'.
He traversed the grounds and chose a bench by the lake to just sit and enjoy the fresh air.
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[22 Jan 2008|08:40pm] |
Who: Karina and Aubrey
Where: Room of Requirement
When: Tuesday Night
What: Minor Breakdown
Karina was already waiting. The room had simply been filled with comfortable furniture, for she needed little for this meeting. Eyes swollen from a good long hour of crying, a crumpled tissue remained in her hands. Staring at the knotted paper, she was beginning to wish she could just roll over and die.
Everytime something good happened, it just...fell flat.
Karina really wanted to feel optimistic again.
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[22 Jan 2008|10:10pm] |
Who: Lisa and Cecelia
What: Lisa is naive, and Cecelia is bitchy.
Where: Steps leading up to the school
When: Wednesday
Lisa had finally decided Fletcher was right. A little letter to her mother now and the not so honest rise and fall of her relationship with Albus would make her mother believe she had given the Potter thing a try but that it simply hadn't worked out. She couldn't keep trying to shove her into a relationship if it had already failed, right?
Settling herself down on the steps leading up to the school, Lisa took out her parchment. "Dear Mum," she began, narrating her writing as the words appeared in her neat script. "Things are going well at school." She paused, scratching her neck nervously as she pondered how to continue. Should she jump right into it? Try and dance around the isue a bit longer? Would it sound off if she just blurted it out on the second line? "I'm doing better with my studies," Another hesitation, and then she went for it. "Albus has been helping me with Defense Against the Dark Arts. He's picked up the talent from his dad, and I really enjoy our tutoring sessions. I never really noticed how attractive he is, and he really is a nice guy." Lisa grimaced slightly but kept writing. "I think things are starting to shape up between us. Maybe you were right all along." She stuck in something about a book she'd read to take up space and signed her name neatly at the bottom.
Looking down at the letter in her hands, Lisa couldn't help but feel rather guilty about lying to her mother, but she knew she had to do something. Sometimes people did bad things for good reasons. Or so she kept telling herself.
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