SPOILER!!: Elliot
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Originally Posted by
kayquilz
Uuuugh.
So...FINALLY the school was recognizing that they hadn't been able to sleep in their dorms...about time. It was all the headmistress' doing, most likely...making them suffer...Elliot was still VERY bitter about losing points...well, the lovely Headmistress needed to know that PINK just did NOT go well with her fiery hair! It was awful!
*grumps*
So the blonde made her way down to the sleeping area...and there were very FEW...and none of her friends...uughhh. Great. so she was sleeping next to strangers.
She heard the hot chocolate offer..and grumbled something about just wanting some hot tea. TEA. She slipped past the professor, just ignoring the offer, and saw Eliza...that little firstie. She waved to her and gave her an approving nod. Hehe. Elliot had liked her enough. But she saw a boy...who looked..glum? Sad? Weird? She was bored, and very...well, she just needed some human contact right now. Books couldn't talk back...well most books couldn't anyways.
"So I see I'm not the only one distraught about this whole...situation," she started, clearing her throat so her voice wouldn't sound gruff from underuse today. She wasn't being nice; she was't trying to make him feel better. She was just talking. She plopped down beside him and smirked a bit.
Even though he was feeling cold, he took off his sweater and held it against his chest. He just wanted something of his to hold for comfort, since his pillow /or blanket was out of the question. Mick's cup of hot chocolate sat on the floor, against his sock covered foot for a little warmth.
He looked up from the floor and at everyone else, he noticed there was a variation of emotions in the room. Some looked comfortable with their friends, some were nervous yet calm. Mick thought that maybe he was overreacting about this whole thing, but his fear of the dark is nothing to laugh about. At least he kept his anxiety under control.
It had come to a surprise when he realized someone was taking notice to him, a fellow Ravenclaw. The fifth year boy at first glanced at her with a bit of confusion, but then his face changed to
a bit of relief. Mick had decided that it wouldn't hurt him to talk to someone, talking always helps. He provided her with a small grin as she sat down next to him. "I'm just a little freaked out, I guess," he said, quietly.