Post by JAMES SIRIUS POTTER on Jun 13, 2014 18:32:55 GMT -5
So, the first week back had gone as follows. He'd gotten insanely drunk with Andrew and Sam for the first two nights back. He'd made it to all of his classes but he had absolutely no idea what had taken place in any of them. He'd gotten dumped by the best girl he'd ever met, the only one he'd ever considered being monogamous for. He'd gotten insanely drunk again and had woken up in the Ravenclaw dorm next to Paula Mason, who was questionable in many natures (no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise). To top it off, he'd gotten a letter from Puddlemere United telling him, in the most professional way possible, that they no longer had an interest in him (apparently they were set in the chaser department). It was a fucking shitty week. Not least by the fact that he had an early section of Care of Magical Creatures that required him to wake up and feed unicorns once a week. It was dreadfully early, and he wasn't heartless enough (yet) to ditch his group mates and leave them to feed the beasts on their own. Besides, he sort of liked it. They were lovely creatures that exuded a blend of delicacy and strength that he admired. It wasn't the worst assignment he ever had. However, he definitely would not come to enjoy waking up as early as it required him. Usually, he could fall right back into bed and go to sleep (it was his secret superpower, the ability to sleep anywhere under any circumstances). Mastering a way to run up the girls' stairs without having the slide shoot out from under him, James secured either foot on each wall above the stairs, planting his hands on each wall as well, and shimmied his way up the corridor towards the seventh year girls' dormitory. Jumping off the walls and onto the landing, he burst through the door without thinking to knock. A girl in the far corner getting ready for the day screamed and tightened her bath towel about her body. James paid her no attention and barged right through the hangings on Cindy Wood's bed, falling face first against the far edge of the bed, face buried in the comforter, feet hanging off the side. The curtains fell into place behind him. A long, muffled moan erupted from where his face was, arms back against his sides, defeated. tagged: CINDY OLIVIA WOOD notes: Here we go. |
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