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DaniDiNardo · 08-06-2017, 02:44 PM

Truth of the matter? Jessa wasn't entirely thrilled to be going home for the summer. Yes, there was a part of her that missed her dad terribly, the the ability to get in more of what SHE liked without taking long pauses for classes and ridiculous amounts of homework--she also missed her niece and oddly enough...even Cambridge Manor where she could see her sister and her cousins....but she wasn't entirely thrilled to be leaving.

For one, magic would have to go on hold until she got back, which naturally put a hold on more than half the experiments she was currently conducting. That couldn't have been good for anyone. She also wasn't super keen on some of the other things she would have to look forward to by going home. Could she...skip those bits entirely?

Entering the Great Hall, the Ravenclaw had her nose buried inside a book. Jessa didn't typically decide to spend her feasts in this manner but this was the last night and she needed AS MUCH AS SHE COULD POSSIBLY GET from this particular piece of literature before she'd have to put it down for the summer. Always those mixed feelings this time of year.

The 14 year old must have bumped into at least a dozen people before deciding she would need to resume her reading at the table, except, now that she got there, there were DISTRACTIONS--like Rooney Bronwyn giving out pictures of himself with inspiring words. He was always such a perfect human being and now he would be leaving her forever and suddenly her book, the people at the table and her own summer all took a back seat. The Third Year threw herself at her Prefect/Head Boy and clung tightly. "Rooney I know you can't stay forever but I don't want you to go! I can't--who's gonna--what if--" Words were proving a little difficult for her.

For the moment, no one at the table mattered but she would turn to greet them once this heartache was beyond her.

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DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Rooney for right now because she's ridic, will grab everyone after <3 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Truth of the matter? Jessa wasn't entirely thrilled to be going home for the summer. Yes, there was a part of her that missed her dad terribly, the the ability to get in more of what SHE liked without taking long pauses for classes and ridiculous amounts of homework--she also missed her niece and oddly enough...even Cambridge Manor where she could see her sister and her cousins....but she wasn't entirely thrilled to be leaving. For one, magic would have to go on hold until she got back, which naturally put a hold on more than half the experiments she was currently conducting. That couldn't have been good for anyone. She also wasn't super keen on some of the other things she would have to look forward to by going home. Could she...skip those bits entirely? Entering the Great Hall, the Ravenclaw had her nose buried inside a book. Jessa didn't typically decide to spend her feasts in this manner but this was the last night and she needed AS MUCH AS SHE COULD POSSIBLY GET from this particular piece of literature before she'd have to put it down for the summer. Always those mixed feelings this time of year. The 14 year old must have bumped into at least a dozen people before deciding she would need to resume her reading at the table, except, now that she got there, there were DISTRACTIONS--like Rooney Bronwyn giving out pictures of himself with inspiring words. He was always such a perfect human being and now he would be leaving her forever and suddenly her book, the people at the table and her own summer all took a back seat. The Third Year threw herself at her Prefect/Head Boy and clung tightly. "Rooney I know you can't stay forever but I don't want you to go! I can't--who's gonna--what if--" Words were proving a little difficult for her. For the moment, no one at the table mattered but she would turn to greet them once this heartache was beyond her. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.