Ernie Macmillan is frustrated by prejudice. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ernestpuff) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2009-09-25 21:40:00 |
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When: Friday Evening, 7:30-ish
Where: Hufflepuff Common Room
What: Ernie is stressed and needs to spend time talking to his friends. So they do.
Rating: G, maybe up to PG-13 if there is greater annoyance?
Open/Closed: OPEN to Hufflepuffs
Ernie flipped through his Muggle Studies textbook for ten minutes, before shutting it decisively. He then opened his Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook, and read two pages, before pulling out a piece of parchment, putting a title on it, and then leaving the quill hovering over the page as he gazed blankly at the words that he was supposed to be processing. There was so much homework to do, but he couldn't focus at all.
It wasn't really a surprise, if he thought about it. All the events of the summer were enough to be a distraction, and he hadn't been there for any of them. Then there were all his Head Boy duties, which involved placating the Slytherins, which was enough to exhaust anyone, quite besides trying to reassure Padma that she was best for he job, when he was starting to think he certainly wasn't. And business back at home was far slower than any of them could remember having ever happened before. And now they were preparing for the next DA meeting. It was a heavy load, and even though he'd talked to Padma about some of it - mostly the Head duties - it wasn't the same.
Ernie exhaled loudly, closed his books, and waited for one, or hopefully more, of his friends to pick up the 'we need to talk' aura emanating from that corner of the room. He didn't even really care if it wasn't one of his good friends who picked it up, because he felt fully distressed, and anyone would be a good distraction.
It wasn't really a surprise, if he thought about it. All the events of the summer were enough to be a distraction, and he hadn't been there for any of them. Then there were all his Head Boy duties, which involved placating the Slytherins, which was enough to exhaust anyone, quite besides trying to reassure Padma that she was best for he job, when he was starting to think he certainly wasn't. And business back at home was far slower than any of them could remember having ever happened before. And now they were preparing for the next DA meeting. It was a heavy load, and even though he'd talked to Padma about some of it - mostly the Head duties - it wasn't the same.
Ernie exhaled loudly, closed his books, and waited for one, or hopefully more, of his friends to pick up the 'we need to talk' aura emanating from that corner of the room. He didn't even really care if it wasn't one of his good friends who picked it up, because he felt fully distressed, and anyone would be a good distraction.