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Mondays are horrid, particularly when following an equally horrid weekend.
Damn all this bloody schoolwork.
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Nevermind what all the seventh years were saying about sixth year being a breeze. If the pile of textbooks and parchments spread out on the table in front of her were any indication, it was most definitely not a breeze. More like a very strong wind. The kind that came with the occasional rain and sleet and drizzle of two-foot-long essays.
And after two hours of trying to pull the last two inches out of nowhere, Melanie was sick of it. She cared about her schoolwork, but not to the extent of giving herself migraines and worry lines.
"To hell with it," he muttered under her breath, slamming her textbook shut (making the table of little firsties across the room jump in their seats) and resisting the urge to chuck it into the fire that sparked just a few feet away from where she was sitting.
She leaned back in her chair, looking around the common room for something or someone that might provide some sort of distraction from her stupid unfinished essay.
ooc: Calling Slytherins, please!
And next time, I'll need to remember to put her somewhere more general. Slytherins are cool, but they're harder to torture ;)
Damn all this bloody schoolwork.
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Nevermind what all the seventh years were saying about sixth year being a breeze. If the pile of textbooks and parchments spread out on the table in front of her were any indication, it was most definitely not a breeze. More like a very strong wind. The kind that came with the occasional rain and sleet and drizzle of two-foot-long essays.
And after two hours of trying to pull the last two inches out of nowhere, Melanie was sick of it. She cared about her schoolwork, but not to the extent of giving herself migraines and worry lines.
"To hell with it," he muttered under her breath, slamming her textbook shut (making the table of little firsties across the room jump in their seats) and resisting the urge to chuck it into the fire that sparked just a few feet away from where she was sitting.
She leaned back in her chair, looking around the common room for something or someone that might provide some sort of distraction from her stupid unfinished essay.
ooc: Calling Slytherins, please!
And next time, I'll need to remember to put her somewhere more general. Slytherins are cool, but they're harder to torture ;)