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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Minister is Elected'/Monday, November 7th, 2005/5:01pm
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open to: Sly-Dog
Currently Involving: Gradykins and Sly-Dog
Today had been quite the day. All morning he was depressed, until he managed to drown his sorrows in potatoes. Then some little kid started interrogating him about Charlie - to add insult to injury. It had been ages since he had seen her basically, and it was wearing on him All the alcohol he had managed to snag from Jesse was gone (it had been the night he had been given it), and dinner was nearly an hour away. Grady checked his watch: 59 minutes. It would be a very long while until he could eat himself potato silly.
Thankfully, he was not in as bad of a mood any longer. Originally, he had hauled himself up to the common room to avoid being caught for skivving off on both of his study halls and maybe see his lover girl. But now it was just a lounge fest. He wasn't sure if he had ever looked more like a teenager in his life; he was sprawled out on the floor in front of the fire, robes wrinkled and his toe almost peeking out of the bottom of his shoes. Boy, how he loved those shoes. If his parents knew how he looked, they would've sent him new ones (it wasn't as if they couldn't afford it) but they didn't. He just hoped that the snow didn't fall any time soon - that would be cold on his socks.
Grady brushed a hand through his hair staring at the ceiling. Where were his mates? Especially Sly. If he didn't see that bloody boy soon ((The Revenge thread didn't cut it Ribbon)), it would've been easy to assume that Sly was avoiding him. Though, there was really no reason for Sly to avoid him. A horrible thought struck him; maybe he smelled. He had been a little laxed on the shower business, only taking one a day instead of two. It was odd, how you could sleep in the same room as someone and not see them often.
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open to: Sly-Dog
Currently Involving: Gradykins and Sly-Dog
Today had been quite the day. All morning he was depressed, until he managed to drown his sorrows in potatoes. Then some little kid started interrogating him about Charlie - to add insult to injury. It had been ages since he had seen her basically, and it was wearing on him All the alcohol he had managed to snag from Jesse was gone (it had been the night he had been given it), and dinner was nearly an hour away. Grady checked his watch: 59 minutes. It would be a very long while until he could eat himself potato silly.
Thankfully, he was not in as bad of a mood any longer. Originally, he had hauled himself up to the common room to avoid being caught for skivving off on both of his study halls and maybe see his lover girl. But now it was just a lounge fest. He wasn't sure if he had ever looked more like a teenager in his life; he was sprawled out on the floor in front of the fire, robes wrinkled and his toe almost peeking out of the bottom of his shoes. Boy, how he loved those shoes. If his parents knew how he looked, they would've sent him new ones (it wasn't as if they couldn't afford it) but they didn't. He just hoped that the snow didn't fall any time soon - that would be cold on his socks.
Grady brushed a hand through his hair staring at the ceiling. Where were his mates? Especially Sly. If he didn't see that bloody boy soon ((The Revenge thread didn't cut it Ribbon)), it would've been easy to assume that Sly was avoiding him. Though, there was really no reason for Sly to avoid him. A horrible thought struck him; maybe he smelled. He had been a little laxed on the shower business, only taking one a day instead of two. It was odd, how you could sleep in the same room as someone and not see them often.