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emjay · 02-05-2014, 04:59 PM

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Originally Posted by Unalii

Melek came down from the dorms and hopped over the back of the couch. She landed on the couch and sprawled out. Mel smiled and pulled out her journal and a chocolate frog. Melek munched on the frog and started to write in her journal. She tapped the feathery end of her quill against her cheek, pausing for a few seconds to think about how to word a sentence then started to write it. Soon the chocolate was gone and there was a smudge of it on the edge of her lap. Mel was suppose to meet up with Annaleecia or she was suppose to do homework or have a class... or at least something but she didnt really know what she was suppose to do. Melek wasnt in the mood to do anything right now but write in her journal anyways so that was what she kept doing. Mel did have a bag with her, however, which held books in case she got too bored writing in her journal. It had landed about a foot beside the end of the couch that was holding her head. She hoped that she wasnt going to be forced to sit up if a Ravenclaw needed a seat. Melek didnt feel like moving. Her thoughts started to wander away towards quidditch. Mel was still surprised that she had made it on the quidditch team. She didnt even want to try-out but Lana and Mo thought it would be a good idea and they were both people that she looked up to as well as that one girl that was about Lana's age... the one that pulled her to the pitch. Mel didn't remember that girl's name but she didnt really care for her because of the forcing to come to the pitch thing.

Brynn had been sitting in a comfy chair near the fireplace, alternating between vaguely looking at the flames there and watching her housemates that happened to be in the room with her. She really didn't know what was wrong with her lately. Should she go see the Healer? The first year didn't really feel sick just.. tired.. and achy.. and not to mention her hair. Speaking of, it was more grey than red at this point and she didn't even bother to put it in the bun she had been accustomed to keeping it in to hide the streaks of grey. She was just too tired to care.

Brown eyes moved away from the flames again, this time landing on Melek sprawled out on the couch. "Hey Turkey Girl," she said with a half-hearted wave to get her attention. "Ready for this weekend's match?" Maybe that was why she had been so tired and achy lately. She thought Quidditch would be fun, but it was just hard.

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emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,082 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by Unalii Melek came down from the dorms and hopped over the back of the couch. She landed on the couch and sprawled out. Mel smiled and pulled out her journal and a chocolate frog. Melek munched on the frog and started to write in her journal. She tapped the feathery end of her quill against her cheek, pausing for a few seconds to think about how to word a sentence then started to write it. Soon the chocolate was gone and there was a smudge of it on the edge of her lap. Mel was suppose to meet up with Annaleecia or she was suppose to do homework or have a class... or at least something but she didnt really know what she was suppose to do. Melek wasnt in the mood to do anything right now but write in her journal anyways so that was what she kept doing. Mel did have a bag with her, however, which held books in case she got too bored writing in her journal. It had landed about a foot beside the end of the couch that was holding her head. She hoped that she wasnt going to be forced to sit up if a Ravenclaw needed a seat. Melek didnt feel like moving. Her thoughts started to wander away towards quidditch. Mel was still surprised that she had made it on the quidditch team. She didnt even want to try-out but Lana and Mo thought it would be a good idea and they were both people that she looked up to as well as that one girl that was about Lana's age... the one that pulled her to the pitch. Mel didn't remember that girl's name but she didnt really care for her because of the forcing to come to the pitch thing. Brynn had been sitting in a comfy chair near the fireplace, alternating between vaguely looking at the flames there and watching her housemates that happened to be in the room with her. She really didn't know what was wrong with her lately. Should she go see the Healer? The first year didn't really feel sick just.. tired.. and achy.. and not to mention her hair. Speaking of, it was more grey than red at this point and she didn't even bother to put it in the bun she had been accustomed to keeping it in to hide the streaks of grey. She was just too tired to care. Brown eyes moved away from the flames again, this time landing on Melek sprawled out on the couch. "Hey Turkey Girl," she said with a half-hearted wave to get her attention. "Ready for this weekend's match?" Maybe that was why she had been so tired and achy lately. She thought Quidditch would be fun, but it was just hard. __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line