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Lucy Elkins is not your mother. ([info]lucyelkins) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-01-21 01:31:00

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Entry tags:!1998: 01, !incomplete, belinda tatting, lucy elkins

Who: Lucy Elkins & Belinda Tatting
What: A spontaneous rainstorm thanks to WWW
Where: Near the Great Hall
When: This evening
Rating/Warnings: TBA but probably PG


Lucy had skipped dinner. It wasn't that she wasn't hungry. In fact, she was rather starving when the time for dinner came. But it hadn't been the best of days for Lucy Elkins. After having woken up fifteen minutes later than she would have preferred, she missed breakfast and after smuggling toast, she proceeded to be late for her first class. Lucy was never late for her classes. In fact, she was usually the first one there.

The day moved on rather slowly and more than once, Lucy dropped her books or tripped in one way or another on her walk from class to class. Her favorite quill snapped in the middle of a lecture and left a rather nasty looking ink blot on her notes causing her to start them all over again. She couldn't stand a mess and especially when it interfered with her studying.

The decided day from hell had tired out the girl so much, she had taken a nap in hopes of shaking whatever black cloud was following her. And this caused her to miss dinner.

Now, a black cardigan hugged tightly around Lucy's tee shirt and trousers, she walked down the corridor in hopes of picking up something to eat to satiate her growling stomach. She wasn't sure Roger's gift box from Honeydukes would be enough to tide her over.

And that was when it began to drizzle.



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[info]beautifulsnake
2010-01-29 09:32 am UTC (link)
At the girl's question, she shivered. "I certainly hope it is just the Entrance Hall, or possibly a few more corridors. I would rather not find my dormitory soaked."

Belinda was starting to feel distinctly uncomfortable. Honestly, you'd think there would be a teacher or prefect or someone else she could shove this job onto. But as this girl seemed to expect her to help, she couldn't just leave. Not without appearing unforgivably rude. Especially as she seemed to be trying to be so bloody nice.

Her thoughts resulted in a quizzical expression, and a "we could always leave and get Filch to deal with it."

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[info]lucyelkins
2010-01-29 03:35 pm UTC (link)
As the possibility of soggy sheets came clear to Lucy, she realized that this could become a bigger mess than she originally imagined. Of course, she had a feeling the house elves could fix everything in due time but what a task that would be for them! She tapped her foot against the now wet floors, a small puddle splashing as she did so.

"It seems this might have been meant for Filch, anyway," Lucy mused aloud. "And besides, that wouldn't be very nice. I doubt Mrs. Norris would like the rain very much."

Just the thought of the old, mangled cat stuck in the rain was enough to cause Lucy to laugh.

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[info]beautifulsnake
2010-01-30 04:58 am UTC (link)
Belinda had to agree - this would be the ideal set-up for Filch, and it would be virtually impossible for him to clean up, if it was a challenge for them. And Mrs. Norris...

Belinda's attitude cracked, and she smiled slightly. "No," she said, her voice holding it's previous tone, but her smile indicating that she wasn't being totally bitchy, "I think she would quite despise it."

"But, if it is meant for Filch, should we not just leave it for him?"

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