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Shanners · 10-05-2015, 07:44 PM

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Originally Posted by littledhampir

Ugh. Olly was bored. B O R E D. Bored.

He was supposed to be doing homework, but that was boring. He'd started out in his common room, but that had proved to have too many distractions. Not that he minded so much, because he didn't want to do his homework. But what if he didn't and failed out of Hogwarts? His dads would not be happy about that and he did not want to disappoint them. So he'd packed up and gone to the library.

It had been fine for a while. Slightly more homework was getting done, but it was still slow going considering Olly really did not want to have to do it. He kept glancing around. Out the windows. At other people quietly completing their homework like good students.

Finally, a boy entered the room. He was carrying a stack of books that looked ready to topple over at any moment. It was a welcome distraction. Oliver watched the boy for a moment before returning to his homework. Only, that was boring and he was much more interested in finding out what was going on with that boy. So, leaving his papers on his table, he walked over to the boy's table.

"What'cha reading?"

Turning the page, Rooney looked over the other interviews with prefects of Aunt Elodie's year and was in the middle of reading an answer to a question when someone approached the table he had set up on. "Yearbooks." Taking one from the top of the pile, Rooney offered it in the direction the voice had came without looking up. Research was vital and a distraction wasn't welcome unless it was someone he at least wanted to talk to.

However, he wasn't sure that this prefect was one he wanted to take notes from and turned the page, taking a moment to look out of the corner of his eyes. Ah. One of those kids from Potions class.

The one who had lied for the first year writing on the chalkboard.

The first year that Rooney had pointed at just to let Professor Culloden know the culprit.

"You could learn something from them." He mumbled, somewhat bitterly, about the disturbance in the previous class.

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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	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by littledhampir Ugh. Olly was bored. B O R E D. Bored. He was supposed to be doing homework, but that was boring. He'd started out in his common room, but that had proved to have too many distractions. Not that he minded so much, because he didn't want to do his homework. But what if he didn't and failed out of Hogwarts? His dads would not be happy about that and he did not want to disappoint them. So he'd packed up and gone to the library. It had been fine for a while. Slightly more homework was getting done, but it was still slow going considering Olly really did not want to have to do it. He kept glancing around. Out the windows. At other people quietly completing their homework like good students. Finally, a boy entered the room. He was carrying a stack of books that looked ready to topple over at any moment. It was a welcome distraction. Oliver watched the boy for a moment before returning to his homework. Only, that was boring and he was much more interested in finding out what was going on with that boy. So, leaving his papers on his table, he walked over to the boy's table. "What'cha reading?" Turning the page, Rooney looked over the other interviews with prefects of Aunt Elodie's year and was in the middle of reading an answer to a question when someone approached the table he had set up on. "Yearbooks." Taking one from the top of the pile, Rooney offered it in the direction the voice had came without looking up. Research was vital and a distraction wasn't welcome unless it was someone he at least wanted to talk to. However, he wasn't sure that this prefect was one he wanted to take notes from and turned the page, taking a moment to look out of the corner of his eyes. Ah. One of those kids from Potions class. The one who had lied for the first year writing on the chalkboard. The first year that Rooney had pointed at just to let Professor Culloden know the culprit. "You could learn something from them." He mumbled, somewhat bitterly, about the disturbance in the previous class. __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________