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Shanners · 06-18-2014, 09:13 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Charlie didn't want to be back at school. She wanted to be back with Tristan, and interning, and spending time doing... not school stuff. She missed her boyfriend super dooper badly, and as much as she liked learning stuff, it seemed pointless now that she'd figured out what she wanted to do after school.

Like, how was Arithmancy going to help her merchandise and style stuff? Maybe she should have taken Divination - that way, she could have predicted trends, like, for reals.

Was it too late to swap now? She rested her chin on the palm of her hand and stirred her soup with her other one. Maybe if she got really good at Seeing, she could be a fashion forecaster. It would be cheating, in a way, but who would know?

Considering as Elodie had once had every reason to pick and choose a table to sit at in the Great Hall, it not fell to her friends being present for her to feel like she even could sit at a table that wasn't her own. And she couldn't sit at the Gryffindor table without feeling choked up about the memories and the feelings and the everything. Exact proof that she was nowhere near being over this whole thing yet, and the provisions she'd made to cater for her emotions just weren't the right ones. Except she was being quiet about those.

Even to those who she was closest with.

One of whom she'd spied as soon as she'd walked in. She gave Charlie a wave, not sure if she actually saw it as she seemed interested in the bowl of something she was stirring, and headed in that direction.

Only to be VIOLENTLY ATTACKED BY SOMETHING THAT WAS NOT AIR, FOOD, COMPLIMENTS OR KISSES. She accepted those things in attack formation, but definitely not....snowballs. Snowballs. "What the-" The one that had crashed into her head was melting already and the drips on her face were severely unwelcome, more so because she'd washed her hair only that morning and that was a task in itself.

"CHOO." It hadn't been her. Els knew it. She was being soupy and dramatic.

06-18-2014, 09:13 PM	#60 (permalink)
Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600 Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d First Year x7 x5	Ohey look snowballs. :o :o whaaaatttttt. ∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Charlie didn't want to be back at school. She wanted to be back with Tristan, and interning, and spending time doing... not school stuff. She missed her boyfriend super dooper badly, and as much as she liked learning stuff, it seemed pointless now that she'd figured out what she wanted to do after school. Like, how was Arithmancy going to help her merchandise and style stuff? Maybe she should have taken Divination - that way, she could have predicted trends, like, for reals. Was it too late to swap now? She rested her chin on the palm of her hand and stirred her soup with her other one. Maybe if she got really good at Seeing, she could be a fashion forecaster. It would be cheating, in a way, but who would know? Considering as Elodie had once had every reason to pick and choose a table to sit at in the Great Hall, it not fell to her friends being present for her to feel like she even could sit at a table that wasn't her own. And she couldn't sit at the Gryffindor table without feeling choked up about the memories and the feelings and the everything. Exact proof that she was nowhere near being over this whole thing yet, and the provisions she'd made to cater for her emotions just weren't the right ones. Except she was being quiet about those. Even to those who she was closest with. One of whom she'd spied as soon as she'd walked in. She gave Charlie a wave, not sure if she actually saw it as she seemed interested in the bowl of something she was stirring, and headed in that direction. Only to be VIOLENTLY ATTACKED BY SOMETHING THAT WAS NOT AIR, FOOD, COMPLIMENTS OR KISSES. She accepted those things in attack formation, but definitely not....snowballs. Snowballs. "What the-" The one that had crashed into her head was melting already and the drips on her face were severely unwelcome, more so because she'd washed her hair only that morning and that was a task in itself. "CHOO." It hadn't been her. Els knew it. She was being soupy and dramatic. __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________