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BanaBatGirl · 01-28-2021, 04:03 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Fresh air, that's what Nem wanted. Cold fresh air. Wake up the brain, allow them to think a little more clearly. Even after a long run only a few hours ago, they were still not on top form, and it was causing no small amount of frustration.

It wasn't too cold out yet, not as far as Scotland's standards went, but they were already feeling it. They had wrapped themselves up in a jacket and hat, both charmed to insulate, like the rest of their clothes, but wasn't making a whole lot of difference. Not that it really mattered; like anything, Nem had always been able to turn discomfort to their advantage. Why stop now.

After sloping through the pathways for some time, Nem chose an empty bench at random and settled onto it. Hands in their pockets, legs stretched out in front of them, they dipped the lower half of their face down into the collar of their jacket and lapsed into a silent stillness, staring directly at their almost totally worn out shoes, apparently deep in thought.

Bernadette had been in a mood lately, and not just because none of her plans were working out. It may have been a result of normal teenagery things and growing pains and all that (though, alas, she was as short as ever) but perhaps it was also because she was finally coming to the conclusion that just because one turned of age at some point in one's lifetime... did not mean one had all the answers. She could have kicked something (maybe even a cat, and she loved cats) with her pent-up frustration.

Such were the Grantham thoughts, from time to time. Even a blind pig can find an acorn in the forest and so on and so forth.

The fifth-year was a bundle of emotions in addition to a literal bundle of fun crocheted mittens and scarves and thick coats and things as she blustered around the pathways, walking the opposite direction from a certain classmate, and yet nearly encountering the same bench at the same time. She bit back a rude comment but only because she spotted a certain green, rather homemade hat on this classmate's head. It matched her mittens, in fact. Imagine that.

"I made that hat." Had she said that aloud? Bernadette eyed the Upstead from head to toe, because obviously it was Nemesis. Who else lurked on benches with their long ridiculous legs stretched out so some clumsy first year could just trip on them. She sat down on the other side of the bench, still eying the hat. "And you kept it."

Surprisingly, this did lighten her tornado of a mood.

01-28-2021, 04:03 AM	#8 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	...the hat :'3 Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Fresh air, that's what Nem wanted. Cold fresh air. Wake up the brain, allow them to think a little more clearly. Even after a long run only a few hours ago, they were still not on top form, and it was causing no small amount of frustration. It wasn't too cold out yet, not as far as Scotland's standards went, but they were already feeling it. They had wrapped themselves up in a jacket and hat, both charmed to insulate, like the rest of their clothes, but wasn't making a whole lot of difference. Not that it really mattered; like anything, Nem had always been able to turn discomfort to their advantage. Why stop now. After sloping through the pathways for some time, Nem chose an empty bench at random and settled onto it. Hands in their pockets, legs stretched out in front of them, they dipped the lower half of their face down into the collar of their jacket and lapsed into a silent stillness, staring directly at their almost totally worn out shoes, apparently deep in thought. Bernadette had been in a mood lately, and not just because none of her plans were working out. It may have been a result of normal teenagery things and growing pains and all that (though, alas, she was as short as ever) but perhaps it was also because she was finally coming to the conclusion that just because one turned of age at some point in one's lifetime... did not mean one had all the answers. She could have kicked something (maybe even a cat, and she loved cats) with her pent-up frustration. Such were the Grantham thoughts, from time to time. Even a blind pig can find an acorn in the forest and so on and so forth. The fifth-year was a bundle of emotions in addition to a literal bundle of fun crocheted mittens and scarves and thick coats and things as she blustered around the pathways, walking the opposite direction from a certain classmate, and yet nearly encountering the same bench at the same time. She bit back a rude comment but only because she spotted a certain green, rather homemade hat on this classmate's head. It matched her mittens, in fact. Imagine that. "I made that hat." Had she said that aloud? Bernadette eyed the Upstead from head to toe, because obviously it was Nemesis. Who else lurked on benches with their long ridiculous legs stretched out so some clumsy first year could just trip on them. She sat down on the other side of the bench, still eying the hat. "And you kept it." Surprisingly, this did lighten her tornado of a mood. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind