Post by quof on Apr 4, 2012 5:51:25 GMT
Andromeda made her slowly into the common room. It was a Saturday and she had just woken up, though she wished she were still in bed. Unlike like most people she didn’t avidly anticipate the arrival of the weekend, she dreaded it. Weekends meant boredom. During the week she had classes and homework to keep her occupied, but those couldn’t take all Saturday and Sunday and soon she was left with nothing to do. She didn’t belong to any clubs or the quidditch team, and she didn’t have any friends she was dying to hang out with.
She did have prefect duties to attend to of course, and she could always read or write in her journal, but those were merely things to pass the time. She had reached the common room and made her way over to a chair, collapsing into it. More than once she found herself reflecting that she had a rather flat existence. There were times when she felt like she was merely coasting. Existing in some sort of dreamlike state where nothing was quite real. Alive, but not really living. Ted had changed that, Ted had made her feel like she was really in the moment. But she wasn't allowed to think about him anymore.
She felt the familiar pang in her stomach and she leaned her head back on the chair, before quickly forcing herself straighten again. The common room was mostly empty, but there were a couple around. Though people generally ignored her, they had a way of seeing her only when she didn't want to be seen, like now.
Unable to express her emotions physically she cast her eyes toward the fire, wishing for something, anything, to distract her from her dreary frame of mind.
She did have prefect duties to attend to of course, and she could always read or write in her journal, but those were merely things to pass the time. She had reached the common room and made her way over to a chair, collapsing into it. More than once she found herself reflecting that she had a rather flat existence. There were times when she felt like she was merely coasting. Existing in some sort of dreamlike state where nothing was quite real. Alive, but not really living. Ted had changed that, Ted had made her feel like she was really in the moment. But she wasn't allowed to think about him anymore.
She felt the familiar pang in her stomach and she leaned her head back on the chair, before quickly forcing herself straighten again. The common room was mostly empty, but there were a couple around. Though people generally ignored her, they had a way of seeing her only when she didn't want to be seen, like now.
Unable to express her emotions physically she cast her eyes toward the fire, wishing for something, anything, to distract her from her dreary frame of mind.