RP: Baby, it's cold outside...
Date: 8 February 1998
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Anyone Else
Location: Front yard of the Gryffindor house
Status: Public
Summary: Seamus makes a snowman.
Completion: Incomplete
Seamus hadn't cracked his books open once today. He had two days off between Monday's Charms exam and the one on Thursday, Defense, and had told himself that he was going to try and spend at least one of them not studying for, or stressing about, NEWTs.
It had been surprisingly easy to blow off studying once he'd walked out of his Charms NEWT with a headache bigger than he'd had in a while. It could be worse; he could be in five or six classes like some of the crazy people in his year, but just the three were kicking his arse. He wasn't a Ravenclaw and had never got top marks or anything -- mostly, he just wanted to pass. Besides, the only NEWT that truly worried him at this point was Transfiguration, and that one wasn't until Wednesday.
Trouble with all the self-imposed free time was, Seamus thought as he pointed his wand at his quill and sent it through as many different colors and shapes as possible, was that he'd basically been pissing it away all day. He'd not done a damned thing. And by about the fifth time he'd turned his quill into a stuffed turtle, he realised he'd circled right back around to studying Tranfiguration. It was time to get some air.
He put on his coat and headed outside, where the ground was blanketed in snow from today. Since he didn't have anywhere in particular to go, he took out his wand and started gathering some of it in a pile in front of him before he began to shape it. There wasn't anyone around to have a proper snowball fight with, and it had been a while since he'd made himself a snowman.
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Anyone Else
Location: Front yard of the Gryffindor house
Status: Public
Summary: Seamus makes a snowman.
Completion: Incomplete
Seamus hadn't cracked his books open once today. He had two days off between Monday's Charms exam and the one on Thursday, Defense, and had told himself that he was going to try and spend at least one of them not studying for, or stressing about, NEWTs.
It had been surprisingly easy to blow off studying once he'd walked out of his Charms NEWT with a headache bigger than he'd had in a while. It could be worse; he could be in five or six classes like some of the crazy people in his year, but just the three were kicking his arse. He wasn't a Ravenclaw and had never got top marks or anything -- mostly, he just wanted to pass. Besides, the only NEWT that truly worried him at this point was Transfiguration, and that one wasn't until Wednesday.
Trouble with all the self-imposed free time was, Seamus thought as he pointed his wand at his quill and sent it through as many different colors and shapes as possible, was that he'd basically been pissing it away all day. He'd not done a damned thing. And by about the fifth time he'd turned his quill into a stuffed turtle, he realised he'd circled right back around to studying Tranfiguration. It was time to get some air.
He put on his coat and headed outside, where the ground was blanketed in snow from today. Since he didn't have anywhere in particular to go, he took out his wand and started gathering some of it in a pile in front of him before he began to shape it. There wasn't anyone around to have a proper snowball fight with, and it had been a while since he'd made himself a snowman.