Fifth floor common room, after the radio show on Thursday
Nadia was curled up on the couch in the common room, idly flipping channels at an average of 3 channels a second.
She'd really, really screwed up this morning. Bel had just made her so angry, with his talk about her being cursed, and she'd been trying to be . . . okay, not nice exactly, but not argumentative.
And now she was probably going to have detention on Saturday, but worse than that was that she'd been doing so well in not letting herself get that angry. But Bel had just continued to push all the wrong buttons. . . .
She sighed and kept flipping channels.
This week sucked.
[ooc: open, yo]
She'd really, really screwed up this morning. Bel had just made her so angry, with his talk about her being cursed, and she'd been trying to be . . . okay, not nice exactly, but not argumentative.
And now she was probably going to have detention on Saturday, but worse than that was that she'd been doing so well in not letting herself get that angry. But Bel had just continued to push all the wrong buttons. . . .
She sighed and kept flipping channels.
This week sucked.
[ooc: open, yo]