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Old 09-23-2024, 01:30 AM   #10 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Anna Walles
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Seventh Year

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Anna had overslept. In fact, she had overslept in the worst sort of way and missed an entire block or two of morning lessons as well as breakfast. She hadn't been feeling particularly well around dinner either, settling on a roll with some butter dipped in a little bit of gravy every couple of bites for her meal, and gone to bed early. In spite of heading to bed so much earlier than usual, the seventh year's sleep was plagued by invasive thoughts and nightmares that were so viceral that she woke up certain the looming figure in her dreams was still looming over her bed with their wand drawn. She had been educated that these things were likely to happen but...

All that to say that Anna was positively dragging herself to History of Magic today, her features waxy and freckles faded and hair a mop of frizz, and plopped herself into the nearest vacant seat without a second thought - which really was a right shame because some of her closest people were now just out of reach. "H-h-h-hiiiiiiiii," she yawned with a drowsy wave to Professor Fergersnout and propped her head up with her hands, her elbows on top of the desk for support. Maybe the pot full of delightful art supplies could serve as an emergency pillow...

The seventh year did offer all the artistic implements a smile because she did love to doodle and distract herself accordingly.

Anna rubbed her eyes and yawned once more, her balled up fists rubbing away the residual tears from her latest interrupted nightmarish sleep, and began patting her cheeks in a familiar rhythm to all Hufflepuffles to try and assist in finishing her waking process.
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