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sweetpinkpixie · 02-25-2020, 05:57 AM

His mood sour the rest of the day, dinner had been consumed in silence. What had been consumed that is. Eiji had been lacking an appetite and had just barely finished his soup with half a roll while sitting beside Missa. Yes, this whole thing was surely helping their relationship which was hitting a rough patch and that had entirely to do with himself more than her.

It was all frustrating.

But nothing was more frustrating in the moment than being summoned to Professor Eris' office over leaving an OPTIONAL Transfiguration activity. He hadn't a clue what their professor could possibly say to them seeing as it was their choice whether or not they wanted to be there and they had left before things had even begun rather than in the middle - or returned as would be the case of Kaiser, it turned out - which felt more disrupted to this Slytherin. Transfiguration was hardly his favorite subject, nor his best. He struggled a fair bit with it and this term so far had been nothing but nails on a chalkboard for him and his nerves. Those baby dolls...had to go. He wasn't even doing the assignment and his marks in other subjects were suffering from their distraction. Their Transfiguration professor only encouraging it with those blasted Moses beds. He wished a spell or two would have struck one of the dolls during practicing. Why he imagined Headmaster Trent disallowed them from inside his classroom.

"....this is a load of dragon dung," he muttered to Missa under his breath as they approached the door. "...and now he is cutting into homework time by summoning us here like this."

Salty Bad Mood Rasting strikes again.

An indefinite aesthetic.

"...hopefully this won't take too long," he groaned as he knocked on the door thrice and then stepped back to wait, shoving his hands back into his trouser pockets.

02-25-2020, 05:57 AM	#2 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,028 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	we bring a Missa with us! astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf His mood sour the rest of the day, dinner had been consumed in silence. What had been consumed that is. Eiji had been lacking an appetite and had just barely finished his soup with half a roll while sitting beside Missa. Yes, this whole thing was surely helping their relationship which was hitting a rough patch and that had entirely to do with himself more than her. It was all frustrating. But nothing was more frustrating in the moment than being summoned to Professor Eris' office over leaving an OPTIONAL Transfiguration activity. He hadn't a clue what their professor could possibly say to them seeing as it was their choice whether or not they wanted to be there and they had left before things had even begun rather than in the middle - or returned as would be the case of Kaiser, it turned out - which felt more disrupted to this Slytherin. Transfiguration was hardly his favorite subject, nor his best. He struggled a fair bit with it and this term so far had been nothing but nails on a chalkboard for him and his nerves. Those baby dolls...had to go. He wasn't even doing the assignment and his marks in other subjects were suffering from their distraction. Their Transfiguration professor only encouraging it with those blasted Moses beds. He wished a spell or two would have struck one of the dolls during practicing. Why he imagined Headmaster Trent disallowed them from inside his classroom. "....this is a load of dragon dung," he muttered to Missa under his breath as they approached the door. "...and now he is cutting into homework time by summoning us here like this." Salty Bad Mood Rasting strikes again. An indefinite aesthetic. "...hopefully this won't take too long," he groaned as he knocked on the door thrice and then stepped back to wait, shoving his hands back into his trouser pockets. __________________ When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes