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Week Name/Date/Time:'Books Of Mystery'/Sunday, October 16th, 2005/11:01am
Location:7th Year Gryffindor Boys Dorm
Open To:Gryffindor Boys
Currently Involving: Grady. Trefor, and Rob
Since roughly six that morning, he had been staring at the clock, watching the smallest hand tick past the seconds. The minute hand moved very slowly, and the hour hand moved so very slowly that Grady wouldn't believe it moved at all if he didn't every so often notice it was on a different number.
Even though his eyelids were heavy, he couldn't get any sleep. Not that he wanted to either; dreams were a dangerous thing. They made you question reality, and that wasn't what he needed right now. He already had the questioning down without help from manifestations of his mind.
Was I actually that bad, that she had to run away? Grady thought painfully. No girl had ever run away from his kisses before. Then again, no girl he had ever snogged had been like Charlie: funny, lovable, gorgeous, sarcastic, a trouble maker, snoggable. It was almost as if his mind was betraying him, setting up weird situations that would've made Charlie scatter. Maybe he had been using the imperious charm on her without knowing it, and that was why she kissed him. Then when he lost his concentration, she finally broke free from his spell and bolted. Maybe she hadn't kissed him at all. Maybe he wasn't correctly remembering the events of the night, and he had actually attacked her and she hexed him. That would explain the bump on his head. In reality, that bump was from where he fell up the stairs after drowning his sorrows in about seven bottles of firewhiskey.
Grady tugged the blankets up to his chin and sighed. He was never getting out of bed again, unless to go to the bathroom. Otherwise, he had no proper reason to get up. His usually voracious appetite was completely gone, and just the thought of food made him feel ill. It also could've been that food came from the Great Hall, which more than likely had seen Charlie that day. And so what if he needed a bath! He wasn't going to be seeing anyone anyway. And classes? Pfft. What good was an auror with a broken heart?
((ooc:I apologize for Grady's emoness. XD))
Location:7th Year Gryffindor Boys Dorm
Open To:Gryffindor Boys
Currently Involving: Grady. Trefor, and Rob
Since roughly six that morning, he had been staring at the clock, watching the smallest hand tick past the seconds. The minute hand moved very slowly, and the hour hand moved so very slowly that Grady wouldn't believe it moved at all if he didn't every so often notice it was on a different number.
Even though his eyelids were heavy, he couldn't get any sleep. Not that he wanted to either; dreams were a dangerous thing. They made you question reality, and that wasn't what he needed right now. He already had the questioning down without help from manifestations of his mind.
Was I actually that bad, that she had to run away? Grady thought painfully. No girl had ever run away from his kisses before. Then again, no girl he had ever snogged had been like Charlie: funny, lovable, gorgeous, sarcastic, a trouble maker, snoggable. It was almost as if his mind was betraying him, setting up weird situations that would've made Charlie scatter. Maybe he had been using the imperious charm on her without knowing it, and that was why she kissed him. Then when he lost his concentration, she finally broke free from his spell and bolted. Maybe she hadn't kissed him at all. Maybe he wasn't correctly remembering the events of the night, and he had actually attacked her and she hexed him. That would explain the bump on his head. In reality, that bump was from where he fell up the stairs after drowning his sorrows in about seven bottles of firewhiskey.
Grady tugged the blankets up to his chin and sighed. He was never getting out of bed again, unless to go to the bathroom. Otherwise, he had no proper reason to get up. His usually voracious appetite was completely gone, and just the thought of food made him feel ill. It also could've been that food came from the Great Hall, which more than likely had seen Charlie that day. And so what if he needed a bath! He wasn't going to be seeing anyone anyway. And classes? Pfft. What good was an auror with a broken heart?
((ooc:I apologize for Grady's emoness. XD))