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nicole black · 09-11-2017, 07:21 PM

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Originally Posted by Stefan

Looking up, he turned his attention to Julie and Jessa. "Yes, Ms Bellaire?" River then started to walk towards their workstation and...hmm. "Oh, I did ask to provide the class, meaning if you were to harvest the ingredients with a partner, the amount should be doubled." And here he thought he'd been clear. Perhaps he was the one lacking sleep? He doubted.

Was that his apology though? Perhaps, it was.

Julie Bellaire was mortified. Absolutely and completely mortified, miserable and- and- and- There wasn't a word in the english language to express her embarrassment, disappointment, misery and pain as Professor Reed signaled the end of her life with a damning confirmation. She opened her mouth only to close it again, and then repeated the action several times more.

Open. Close. Open. Close. She was libel to catch flies this way, but Julie didn't care- nothing mattered.

The Slytherin's head shot to the side as Jessa spoke, asking thew question the brunette was not ready or able to ask herself. This wasn't fair- she'd done the work- climbed he steps- endured the ringing of the fireplace and hadn't even complained about it- They'd done everything right and with minutes to spare and it all boiled down to....

to...
To a silly miscommunication??? Her stomach was in knots, didn't they know failing wasn't an option? Julie wanted nothing more than to crawl into a ditch and remain their for the rest of term. Okay, maybe not a ditch- Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, perhaps.

She opened her mouth again, hoping that the argument she'd been mentally preparing in her head would surface but nothing- absolutely nothing. Julie was, for once, speechless. Unceremoniously, she fell into the seat by Jessa and laid her face on the table. Not even the mystery lady with her clipboard could rouse Julie from her angst.

09-11-2017, 07:21 PM	#147 (permalink)
nicole black Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,174 Hogwarts RPG Name: ruari fuller-thompson #FFA3D2 Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona M. Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw First Year x8	dramatique you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. Quote: Originally Posted by Stefan Looking up, he turned his attention to Julie and Jessa. "Yes, Ms Bellaire?" River then started to walk towards their workstation and...hmm. "Oh, I did ask to provide the class, meaning if you were to harvest the ingredients with a partner, the amount should be doubled." And here he thought he'd been clear. Perhaps he was the one lacking sleep? He doubted. Was that his apology though? Perhaps, it was. Julie Bellaire was mortified. Absolutely and completely mortified, miserable and- and- and- There wasn't a word in the english language to express her embarrassment, disappointment, misery and pain as Professor Reed signaled the end of her life with a damning confirmation. She opened her mouth only to close it again, and then repeated the action several times more. Open. Close. Open. Close. She was libel to catch flies this way, but Julie didn't care- nothing mattered. The Slytherin's head shot to the side as Jessa spoke, asking thew question the brunette was not ready or able to ask herself. This wasn't fair- she'd done the work- climbed he steps- endured the ringing of the fireplace and hadn't even complained about it- They'd done everything right and with minutes to spare and it all boiled down to.... to... To a silly miscommunication??? Her stomach was in knots, didn't they know failing wasn't an option? Julie wanted nothing more than to crawl into a ditch and remain their for the rest of term. Okay, maybe not a ditch- Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, perhaps. She opened her mouth again, hoping that the argument she'd been mentally preparing in her head would surface but nothing- absolutely nothing. Julie was, for once, speechless. Unceremoniously, she fell into the seat by Jessa and laid her face on the table. Not even the mystery lady with her clipboard could rouse Julie from her angst. __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence