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imperturbatus2016-10-10 07:18 pm
enchantressofore) wrote in imperturbatus2016-10-10 07:18 pm
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The 18th -- Dwindling Sun
A. Great Hall, Morning
[ She's glad to be back in school. She's glad to be back in school. She's glad to be back in school. She's glad to be back in school...
Maybe she should stop telling herself that and give herself a chance to believe it.
It's another early morning that has Adela up, and she thinks she can still hear jumbled incantations for various charms, spells, curses, hexes, and jinxes all muddled in her brain. It's hard not to dream about the words for the spells written in scrolls in front of her coming to life and completely overwhelming her. Part of it review, part of it new, all in preparations for OWLs. And she already knows, if she lets herself slip even a little, there go her good grades.
It's all she can do not to face-plant into her breakfast as she groans, shaking her head and trying not to fall asleep. The first Hogsmeade weekend of the year can't come soon enough, and she's absently looking around the hall throughout breakfast. Maybe today she'll be able to hang out with friends and do something fun...? ]
B. Quidditch Pitch, Morning or Afternoon Practice
[ Quidditch, while enjoyable, is also taxing. Her body has gotten stronger and can take more strain than it used to, but unfortunately it's also tiring mentally. She's starting to think she might need to just take a weekend day to sleep and do nothing else with her time. It's starting to show in her practice too, her kicks aren't as forceful as normal and even if her throws and catches have gotten better they're off today.
Eventually she will take a break to wash and dry off her face with the water from a nearby canteen, and maybe that's the best time to talk to her -- while she's on the ground, instead of in the air. ]
C. Roof, Late Night (Friday or Saturday night)
[ Honestly, this is probably the only reprieve she still gets. On the clear nights, stargazing just lets her wipe her mind blank. There's a rope keeping her broom attached to her leg for the moment, so in case she dozes it won't fall... Not that she wants to end up dozing off out there, but never hurts to at least try to be safe about it.
It is getting colder though, so the red head is in fact bundled up in a winter cloak and wearing her yellow and black checkered scarf. For those who know about this particular habit of hers, it's not hard to guess where she might be in the middle of the night. True, it's breaking curfew, but it's not like she's causing any harm or going anywhere dangerous, right? Right.
At least it's somewhere where she can be alone, somewhere quiet so that she doesn't have to think about anything at all. ]
[ She's glad to be back in school. She's glad to be back in school. She's glad to be back in school. She's glad to be back in school...
Maybe she should stop telling herself that and give herself a chance to believe it.
It's another early morning that has Adela up, and she thinks she can still hear jumbled incantations for various charms, spells, curses, hexes, and jinxes all muddled in her brain. It's hard not to dream about the words for the spells written in scrolls in front of her coming to life and completely overwhelming her. Part of it review, part of it new, all in preparations for OWLs. And she already knows, if she lets herself slip even a little, there go her good grades.
It's all she can do not to face-plant into her breakfast as she groans, shaking her head and trying not to fall asleep. The first Hogsmeade weekend of the year can't come soon enough, and she's absently looking around the hall throughout breakfast. Maybe today she'll be able to hang out with friends and do something fun...? ]
B. Quidditch Pitch, Morning or Afternoon Practice
[ Quidditch, while enjoyable, is also taxing. Her body has gotten stronger and can take more strain than it used to, but unfortunately it's also tiring mentally. She's starting to think she might need to just take a weekend day to sleep and do nothing else with her time. It's starting to show in her practice too, her kicks aren't as forceful as normal and even if her throws and catches have gotten better they're off today.
Eventually she will take a break to wash and dry off her face with the water from a nearby canteen, and maybe that's the best time to talk to her -- while she's on the ground, instead of in the air. ]
C. Roof, Late Night (Friday or Saturday night)
[ Honestly, this is probably the only reprieve she still gets. On the clear nights, stargazing just lets her wipe her mind blank. There's a rope keeping her broom attached to her leg for the moment, so in case she dozes it won't fall... Not that she wants to end up dozing off out there, but never hurts to at least try to be safe about it.
It is getting colder though, so the red head is in fact bundled up in a winter cloak and wearing her yellow and black checkered scarf. For those who know about this particular habit of hers, it's not hard to guess where she might be in the middle of the night. True, it's breaking curfew, but it's not like she's causing any harm or going anywhere dangerous, right? Right.
At least it's somewhere where she can be alone, somewhere quiet so that she doesn't have to think about anything at all. ]