Who: Pollux Black and Helena Ravenclaw What: Explaining and meeting When: Wednesday, evening Where: Library Rating / Status: Low / In Progress
Helena couldn't believe the streak of luck she was having lately. Not all of it good. She wasn't sure if she was happy or not with what life was handing her. First Fred, which was good. Then Anton, which was bad. Fred again, which was still good. Then rumors saying she was sleeping with Fred, which was horrifying! At least she had her work to concentrate on.
A stack of books which needed to be re-stacked were in her arms, threatening to topple over. She silently cursed the charmed library which had no intention of staying nice and neat. Every time it was finally settled in, everything in it's place, the next day, it would be unorganized again. It kept Helena on her feet, but it was also exhausting.
With a turn to the isle that she wanted to be in, the books toppled as Helena's foot caught on the leg of a table and she tripped. The books spread across the floor and the young girl found herself twisted in yards of fabric which had twisted around her legs as she fell. Frustrated, and with too many thoughts running rampant in her mind, Helena sat back and attempted to free herself from her large dress, cursing herself for wearing that one rather then one of the new ones, which she was increasingly becoming more comfortable in.