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qoil · 01-17-2018, 08:20 PM

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Originally Posted by Angie

Nerissa wasn't much of a night owl. In her carefully curated, scheduled life, her parents had always made sure she was little more than a child of, well, structure itself. This was meant to have carried her well enough throughout her time away from home--which is to say, at Hogwarts--but what they had never counted on--and what she'd never begun to consider--was the idea that she could get homesick.

And she was. Very much so.

She sported her favourite pajamas--very soft cotton, all white with golden spots--and was sort of pacing the empty common room, now and then spooking herself with the creatures she could see through the green tinted windows, swimming deep within the lake. Just when she was resolute to head back to her dormitory, however, and have an internal debate with herself about the concept of sleep and why it chose to avoid her, movement caught her attention. After a moment's worth of hesitation, she followed and found herself staring right at the house's pet snake. And then at the person in question. It was a fellow first year, one she'd not spoken to yet, and Nerissa, always out of sorts on how to approach strangers before they approached her first, merely tapped her fingers to the snake's glass case. To get his attention, of course, and get him to talk first.

The tap tap of fingers took a while to register in his mind. Wolfric's ears twitched slightly when he realised it wasn't his imagination and very slightly squinted when he turned to look at the very bright Slytherin. "I can't get used to the bed just yet", he had already begun explaining, a habit he loathed in himself but often caught in time. Unable to really focus with his horrible posture, he assumed the golden spots might be snitches. Straightening up, he gave the girl his full attention. Looking up at her, he must have seemed at a disadvantage, and it dawned on him fast that to anyone else watching he would look rather vulnerable.

Wolfie began to stand up.

01-17-2018, 08:20 PM	#4 (permalink)
qoil Bundimun Join Date: Dec 2017 Location: England Posts: 32 Hogwarts RPG Name: Wolfric Nott First Year	Strange, isn't it? What comes from within. Quote: Originally Posted by Angie Nerissa wasn't much of a night owl. In her carefully curated, scheduled life, her parents had always made sure she was little more than a child of, well, structure itself. This was meant to have carried her well enough throughout her time away from home--which is to say, at Hogwarts--but what they had never counted on--and what she'd never begun to consider--was the idea that she could get homesick. And she was. Very much so. She sported her favourite pajamas--very soft cotton, all white with golden spots--and was sort of pacing the empty common room, now and then spooking herself with the creatures she could see through the green tinted windows, swimming deep within the lake. Just when she was resolute to head back to her dormitory, however, and have an internal debate with herself about the concept of sleep and why it chose to avoid her, movement caught her attention. After a moment's worth of hesitation, she followed and found herself staring right at the house's pet snake. And then at the person in question. It was a fellow first year, one she'd not spoken to yet, and Nerissa, always out of sorts on how to approach strangers before they approached her first, merely tapped her fingers to the snake's glass case. To get his attention, of course, and get him to talk first. The tap tap of fingers took a while to register in his mind. Wolfric's ears twitched slightly when he realised it wasn't his imagination and very slightly squinted when he turned to look at the very bright Slytherin. "I can't get used to the bed just yet", he had already begun explaining, a habit he loathed in himself but often caught in time. Unable to really focus with his horrible posture, he assumed the golden spots might be snitches. Straightening up, he gave the girl his full attention. Looking up at her, he must have seemed at a disadvantage, and it dawned on him fast that to anyone else watching he would look rather vulnerable. Wolfie began to stand up.