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Week Name/Date/Time: ‘Picking Up the Pieces’ / Tuesday, 14 February 2006 / 7:30 PM
Location: courtyard near Great Hall
Open To: Troy. Durrr.
Currently Involving: Lolita
Much at the same time that a hundred different couples were snogging it up in the Great Hall (under the horrified gazes of ten professors, no less), Lolita Damon was skipping dinner and had wandered outside into a nearby dim courtyard. It had been snowing lightly earlier, and she hoped the sky wouldn't start to spout snowflakes again, which would force her to turn around and trudge back inside. That was something she was absolutely NOT willing to do. Look upon the disgusting public display of false teenage "love"? Not on her life. She might stab herself in the eye with a fork. And since she quite valued her ability to see correctly, it was best for her to not even go there.
Let's see, what productive things had she done today? Well, for one, she'd successfully avoided Thatcher Hale. For another, she'd overheard a third year Gryff telling his little third year Ravenclaw "girlfriend" how much he adored her. Lolita had snorted aloud, telling him, "Look buddy, no ye don't. You don't know a thing. Deal with it," and had gone on walking down the hall without stopping to look at the perfectly bewildered expression on the kid's face.
So those were two productive things, yeah? Sure. But one completely non-productive thing she'd done today was waste time wondering exactly what Troy's schedule for the day consisted of. She imagined it went something like "1) snog Hanna Kensington. 2) snog Sam Pascal. 3) snog Dari Davison." Well, Lolita could write herself a to-do list as well: "1) kill Troy." She was spending much more time thinking about him than was humanly decent. Or at least Lolita-ly decent.
Folding her arms and letting her breath out in a frustrated huff, Lolita stood by a pillar with her back to the Great Hall.
Location: courtyard near Great Hall
Open To: Troy. Durrr.
Currently Involving: Lolita
Much at the same time that a hundred different couples were snogging it up in the Great Hall (under the horrified gazes of ten professors, no less), Lolita Damon was skipping dinner and had wandered outside into a nearby dim courtyard. It had been snowing lightly earlier, and she hoped the sky wouldn't start to spout snowflakes again, which would force her to turn around and trudge back inside. That was something she was absolutely NOT willing to do. Look upon the disgusting public display of false teenage "love"? Not on her life. She might stab herself in the eye with a fork. And since she quite valued her ability to see correctly, it was best for her to not even go there.
Let's see, what productive things had she done today? Well, for one, she'd successfully avoided Thatcher Hale. For another, she'd overheard a third year Gryff telling his little third year Ravenclaw "girlfriend" how much he adored her. Lolita had snorted aloud, telling him, "Look buddy, no ye don't. You don't know a thing. Deal with it," and had gone on walking down the hall without stopping to look at the perfectly bewildered expression on the kid's face.
So those were two productive things, yeah? Sure. But one completely non-productive thing she'd done today was waste time wondering exactly what Troy's schedule for the day consisted of. She imagined it went something like "1) snog Hanna Kensington. 2) snog Sam Pascal. 3) snog Dari Davison." Well, Lolita could write herself a to-do list as well: "1) kill Troy." She was spending much more time thinking about him than was humanly decent. Or at least Lolita-ly decent.
Folding her arms and letting her breath out in a frustrated huff, Lolita stood by a pillar with her back to the Great Hall.