RP: Too Much
Date: 28 January 1999
Characters: Lisa Turpin, Terry Boot
Location: #40 South Vinewood Avenue
Status: Private
Summary: Lisa stops by Terry's house to vent cry talk.
Completion: Complete
When Lisa left Hogwarts, she still hadn't accomplished any revision, and despite her conversations there, she didn't really feel any better. That bloody letter was haunting her every move. It shouldn't--she shouldn't let it--but for the first time in awhile, she felt strange and insecure and angry and...she still wasn't even sure what she felt. Instead of apparating home, she shrunk her books and bag down to a manageable size, slung it over her shoulder, and took off running. She didn't even care that her clothing was entirely inappropriate. She only hoped that the exercise would help release some of...whatever it was.
She tried to let her mind drift, but by the time she reached her street, all she'd managed was to be out of breath and no less angry than when she'd started. If anything, her mind was racing even more. Before she could even stop herself or think it through, she found herself knocking on Terry's front door. If he wasn't home, she wasn't sure what she would do next. Nothing was working.
Characters: Lisa Turpin, Terry Boot
Location: #40 South Vinewood Avenue
Status: Private
Summary: Lisa stops by Terry's house to vent cry talk.
Completion: Complete
When Lisa left Hogwarts, she still hadn't accomplished any revision, and despite her conversations there, she didn't really feel any better. That bloody letter was haunting her every move. It shouldn't--she shouldn't let it--but for the first time in awhile, she felt strange and insecure and angry and...she still wasn't even sure what she felt. Instead of apparating home, she shrunk her books and bag down to a manageable size, slung it over her shoulder, and took off running. She didn't even care that her clothing was entirely inappropriate. She only hoped that the exercise would help release some of...whatever it was.
She tried to let her mind drift, but by the time she reached her street, all she'd managed was to be out of breath and no less angry than when she'd started. If anything, her mind was racing even more. Before she could even stop herself or think it through, she found herself knocking on Terry's front door. If he wasn't home, she wasn't sure what she would do next. Nothing was working.