RP: Fresh Air Stirs the Appetite
Date: Monday, April 22, 1999
Characters: Shelby Fawcett, anyone?
Location: Lake at Hogwarts, lunchtime-ish
Status: Public
Summary: Shelby's trying to come up with another article idea.
Completion: incomplete
The excitement of having her name in print could become an addiction, Shelby thought. It had been a bit since she'd gotten the editorial published, and now that it no longer had a new feeling about it, she wanted, no, needed a follow-up. She'd sent a copy of it to her parents, to no reply, but that didn't surprise her. She'd nearly washed her hands of them when they'd sent her the tickets to the benefit. She couldn't wait to get out of Hogwarts, be free of all the entanglements. Mostly.
She hadn't been able to force herself to see Rita Skeeter during Easter hols, justifying it with the excuse that holidays were busy times for people, and she didn't want to intrude. Still, she needed to owl her, and at least see when they might meet after NEWTs. Which were almost upon her. She wasn't any more stressed about them than she'd been in other years, feeling somewhat confident in her ability to perform well.
She was perched on the large rock she'd tried to decimate in earlier fury that year, and nibbled a bit on the pear she'd snagged. This was one of her favorite spots, because not a lot of people ate lunch out of doors, even in nice weather. Well, it wasn't nice per se, but it was tolerable. Nothing short of rain or snow would drive her indoors if she'd a mind to stay out.
Characters: Shelby Fawcett, anyone?
Location: Lake at Hogwarts, lunchtime-ish
Status: Public
Summary: Shelby's trying to come up with another article idea.
Completion: incomplete
The excitement of having her name in print could become an addiction, Shelby thought. It had been a bit since she'd gotten the editorial published, and now that it no longer had a new feeling about it, she wanted, no, needed a follow-up. She'd sent a copy of it to her parents, to no reply, but that didn't surprise her. She'd nearly washed her hands of them when they'd sent her the tickets to the benefit. She couldn't wait to get out of Hogwarts, be free of all the entanglements. Mostly.
She hadn't been able to force herself to see Rita Skeeter during Easter hols, justifying it with the excuse that holidays were busy times for people, and she didn't want to intrude. Still, she needed to owl her, and at least see when they might meet after NEWTs. Which were almost upon her. She wasn't any more stressed about them than she'd been in other years, feeling somewhat confident in her ability to perform well.
She was perched on the large rock she'd tried to decimate in earlier fury that year, and nibbled a bit on the pear she'd snagged. This was one of her favorite spots, because not a lot of people ate lunch out of doors, even in nice weather. Well, it wasn't nice per se, but it was tolerable. Nothing short of rain or snow would drive her indoors if she'd a mind to stay out.