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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Traitors in the Mist' / Wednesday, March 8th, 2006 / 7:12 PM
Location: Corridor Outside the Library
Open To: Anyone
Currently Involving: Camdyn
It was not exactly the best of weeks to return to Hogwarts, as Camdyn Baker was quite quickly figuring out. People were too busy discussing the fact they couldn't get to their money to remember that she'd left once and was now, in fact, the opposite of gone. She'd never exactly had many friends at the castle, too busy complaining about the cold, damp atmosphere and the vanity of half the people in her house, but oddly enough - the vain half she'd paid attention to seemed to have scampered off. What luck! All she had to do was avoid Hargreaves Beckett, aside from when on the Quidditch pitch of course... though perhaps even then she could do a fair bit of avoiding, and things would be right as rain! That Beckett bloke was misery, and misery loved company, and Camdyn didn't want to be said misery's company.
So there.
She knew she should have entered the library, gotten started on the month's worth of assignments she was now being forced to make up 'in preparation for OWLS' which weren't for another YEAR, but instead she sat across from the library on the corridor floor. Boring, useless assignments could wait. Sitting hobbies were not as patient.
Location: Corridor Outside the Library
Open To: Anyone
Currently Involving: Camdyn
It was not exactly the best of weeks to return to Hogwarts, as Camdyn Baker was quite quickly figuring out. People were too busy discussing the fact they couldn't get to their money to remember that she'd left once and was now, in fact, the opposite of gone. She'd never exactly had many friends at the castle, too busy complaining about the cold, damp atmosphere and the vanity of half the people in her house, but oddly enough - the vain half she'd paid attention to seemed to have scampered off. What luck! All she had to do was avoid Hargreaves Beckett, aside from when on the Quidditch pitch of course... though perhaps even then she could do a fair bit of avoiding, and things would be right as rain! That Beckett bloke was misery, and misery loved company, and Camdyn didn't want to be said misery's company.
So there.
She knew she should have entered the library, gotten started on the month's worth of assignments she was now being forced to make up 'in preparation for OWLS' which weren't for another YEAR, but instead she sat across from the library on the corridor floor. Boring, useless assignments could wait. Sitting hobbies were not as patient.