And in the daylight you're crossing all your wires || You just never knew how to put out a fire
WHO: Integra Hellsing | thehellsinggirl , Usagi Tsukino | odangobby , Catty Turner | scroll_heir & open to any girls who live in the 6th year Gryffindor dorm 8D
LOCATION: ... The 6th year girl's Gryffindor dorm. (SO REDUNDANT ALREADY, LOG).
WEEK: 62
TIME: Late in the evening on Wednesday.
WHAT: Integra moves back into the dorm and ... is instantly bombarded by how insane her roommates are. Basically.
RATING: P...... G. Any Usagi & Catty wrestling is strictly platonic. :|
There were a great deal of things weighing heavily on Integra's mind - things that were more a burden than the small trunk she dragged behind her, that carried her books, quills, robes, and Hellsing dossiers.
It had been a difficult few months. There were always challenges in managing to keep a balance between her job (her duty) and her school life. But the damage caused by the vampire Layaat, and the coven he'd gathered himself, had been extensive. It had become a real possibility that the existence of these creatures would become public knowledge - even to muggles - at the rate ghouls were multiplying. Layaat had been smart, manipulative, always three steps ahead. She'd been forced to abandon her studies, and lead the charge against him from Hellsing headquarters itself. It'd been months ago that she'd left to deal with it.
He had surprised three of her men in Bath. One of them, Luther, hadn't survived the encounter.
She still felt like a failure for allowing him to walk into that trap.
When they'd traced the vampire and cornered him, she'd sent Alucard in, and he'd more than relished the opportunity for a real fight, though it had been all too easy for him. "Easy" for him, not so much for her - given that their fight had also destroyed a quarter of a city block.
It was Sir Argleby who had torn her down - in front of Her Majesty, the Queen, herself. Called her a child. Ill-equipped for her responsibilities. Implied she was stretching herself impossibly thin by attending "that school" and running Hellsing concurrently.
And he'd made a snide remark about "the man who served two masters" in a tone that clearly showed both his contempt for her being a woman, and his belief that a witch who claimed allegiance to God and country was a hypocrite.
She'd taken up smoking her father's old cigars during all this, and found it did wonders to soothe her agitation. And it certainly drew attention from the other Round Table members when the 16 year old girl lit one up at meeting.
She was here now to prove to them all (and herself) that she could manage both. It would mean rigorous attention to her studies, very little sleep, and giving her owl plenty of exercise, but she wouldn't be deterred.
As she entered into the common room, she silently prayed for at least one night of peace to settle in, before coursework descended.
LOCATION: ... The 6th year girl's Gryffindor dorm. (SO REDUNDANT ALREADY, LOG).
WEEK: 62
TIME: Late in the evening on Wednesday.
WHAT: Integra moves back into the dorm and ... is instantly bombarded by how insane her roommates are. Basically.
RATING: P...... G. Any Usagi & Catty wrestling is strictly platonic. :|
There were a great deal of things weighing heavily on Integra's mind - things that were more a burden than the small trunk she dragged behind her, that carried her books, quills, robes, and Hellsing dossiers.
It had been a difficult few months. There were always challenges in managing to keep a balance between her job (her duty) and her school life. But the damage caused by the vampire Layaat, and the coven he'd gathered himself, had been extensive. It had become a real possibility that the existence of these creatures would become public knowledge - even to muggles - at the rate ghouls were multiplying. Layaat had been smart, manipulative, always three steps ahead. She'd been forced to abandon her studies, and lead the charge against him from Hellsing headquarters itself. It'd been months ago that she'd left to deal with it.
He had surprised three of her men in Bath. One of them, Luther, hadn't survived the encounter.
She still felt like a failure for allowing him to walk into that trap.
When they'd traced the vampire and cornered him, she'd sent Alucard in, and he'd more than relished the opportunity for a real fight, though it had been all too easy for him. "Easy" for him, not so much for her - given that their fight had also destroyed a quarter of a city block.
It was Sir Argleby who had torn her down - in front of Her Majesty, the Queen, herself. Called her a child. Ill-equipped for her responsibilities. Implied she was stretching herself impossibly thin by attending "that school" and running Hellsing concurrently.
And he'd made a snide remark about "the man who served two masters" in a tone that clearly showed both his contempt for her being a woman, and his belief that a witch who claimed allegiance to God and country was a hypocrite.
She'd taken up smoking her father's old cigars during all this, and found it did wonders to soothe her agitation. And it certainly drew attention from the other Round Table members when the 16 year old girl lit one up at meeting.
She was here now to prove to them all (and herself) that she could manage both. It would mean rigorous attention to her studies, very little sleep, and giving her owl plenty of exercise, but she wouldn't be deterred.
As she entered into the common room, she silently prayed for at least one night of peace to settle in, before coursework descended.