| Hungarian Horntail
Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Saffron City
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Oesed  Sit on the floor.
Boxes could be alive.
What. The. Hell. Was. This?
Forest green eyes narrowed, Willow Kovac remained at the doorway for an entire minute -not caring if she was blocking the way or not, of course-, debating whether she should go back to the common room and skip the class, or just endure what would undoubtedly be a nightmare-worthy Transfiguration lesson. It had to be, really - since the boxes could be alive and they had to sit on the floor.
She was NOT sitting on the floor.
And she was also not leaving, it seemed, for the brunette quickly recalled that this was her NEWTs year and that skipping a class was perhaps not the wisest thing to do.
Lovely.
Sighing in annoyance, the seventh year Ravenclaw captain sulked her way towards the middle of the classroom and took sit in the cold floor - after having quickly scourgified the place where she was sitting, naturally. For a moment, Issy thought that maybe, just maybe, she'd walked into a zoo. Had the Transfiguration classroom been moved? Blinking, she stepped back outside the room and leaned over to check the plaque. Supposedly this was still Transfiguration. Hmph. So much noise - she could hear it down the hallway as she'd strode to class.
Having grown accustomed to her advanced classes was possibly an issue, decided the small Ravenclaw as she danced and skirted around kids all over the floor in valiant effort to make it to the center where and unhappy Quidditch captain was seated. As she dropped to the floor, Issy let out a loud groan.
"Is it just me," she began "or are the students behaving worse than usual?" The tiny girl cast a look of irritation about the room. "I swear I thought I was approaching a zoo or something. Why is everyone being so loud?"
Another glare cast.
Oh! Xander! With a friendly smile, Issy waved at him and then turned to Willow and let out a puff of breath, blowing her fringe from her hair. If there was not so much noise, she'd look over her textbook or something. Instead, she pulled her bag into her lap and took hold of a lock of hair, which she began to examine the ends of. Searching for split-ends could surely tune out this lot.
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