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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Under Your Spell' / Monday, 19th September 2005 / 9 a.m.
Location: Great Hall/Study Hall to Corridors
Open To: William W.
Currently Involving: Andra, William W.
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Andra had been sitting at Gryffindor table for Study Hall, doing a bit of the work she'd not gotten to the day before. There really wasn't that much, so she had taken her time with most of it -- the most taxing was an essay for Transfiguration, two feet in length. She was much better at the practical side of that subject, and it showed in her rather pitiful writing.
She sighed, then leaned back to stretch her torso with a stifled yawn. Her stomach jolted slightly, and a hand went to it worriedly; it was a strange feeling, sort of like.. nervous butterflies. But then, it was also quite nauseating. With a glance around, she furrowed her brow; had the food this morning affected anyone else? Odd...
She tried to take a deep breath and go back to her work, but her stomach rolled and lurched again. Unsure whether she needed to vomit or just get a bit of fresh air, Andra stood quickly and grabbed her things, heading to the door as fast as possible. She'd not even bothered to slip her things into her shoulder bag, just scooped them up into her arms, which was a very, very bad idea.
For when she exited, she collided head-on with something big and human-like, and her things went everywhere.
Location: Great Hall/Study Hall to Corridors
Open To: William W.
Currently Involving: Andra, William W.
Thread closed!
Andra had been sitting at Gryffindor table for Study Hall, doing a bit of the work she'd not gotten to the day before. There really wasn't that much, so she had taken her time with most of it -- the most taxing was an essay for Transfiguration, two feet in length. She was much better at the practical side of that subject, and it showed in her rather pitiful writing.
She sighed, then leaned back to stretch her torso with a stifled yawn. Her stomach jolted slightly, and a hand went to it worriedly; it was a strange feeling, sort of like.. nervous butterflies. But then, it was also quite nauseating. With a glance around, she furrowed her brow; had the food this morning affected anyone else? Odd...
She tried to take a deep breath and go back to her work, but her stomach rolled and lurched again. Unsure whether she needed to vomit or just get a bit of fresh air, Andra stood quickly and grabbed her things, heading to the door as fast as possible. She'd not even bothered to slip her things into her shoulder bag, just scooped them up into her arms, which was a very, very bad idea.
For when she exited, she collided head-on with something big and human-like, and her things went everywhere.