Post by Olivia Zariah Ryall on Aug 26, 2009 1:41:57 GMT
"Give. Me. Back. My. Hand. You stupid overgrown plant!"
The small fifth year shrieked as the Fanged Geranium took another bit at her already puff hand. Swatting it one more time she had the satisfaction of the plant retreating from Olivia's hand. "Stupid, stupid, stupid bloody plant!!" With one swift swat the plant tumbled over struggling to get up and take another bite at Olivia. "Well, I do believe that now you've made it even more angry then before. And, I can't believe that you would be the one to break your plant. Sorry but ten points from Ravenclaw... " Professor Longbottom faltered before he could finish his sentence for a very angry red-head Ravenclaw fled from the scene. "Bloody hell." she muttered staring at her purple tinted hand. Wiping the tears that began to form around her large blue eyes Olivia retreated to the Ravenclaw common room.
What is the beginning of eternity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end
And the end of every race?
"Simple, the letter "e" she muttered shaking her tresses of curls, impatient to enter. "Correct."
Olivia entered thee common room ignoring the stares of a few first years as they glimpsed her purple inflating hand. Was it not enough that she had a Troll in her favorite herbology class, and that the O.W.L's were coming up and she couldn't even walk in the common room without stares from first years. "Your looking at.....?" she barked her eyes narrowing slightly on the squeamish looking Ravenclaw who's mouth ever so slightly dropped.
If I'm missing Herbology might as well finish my ruins homework before my detention comes.... Olivia pulled out her ink bottle and parchment setting it on her knee as she snuggled down in her favorite chair by the fire. Olivia Zariah Ryall, 5th Year, Ancient Ruins[/b] As careful as the fuming Olivia could be she dipped her quill into the ink once more and began to write furiously on the parchment. Absorbed in her works she failed to notice the oily black ink tip over and spill slightly, running down her brand new robes. She felt the liquid start to pool toward the bottom of her feet thus pulling out her wand and lazily chanting Tergo, her eyes not even lifting from her parchment.
The small fifth year shrieked as the Fanged Geranium took another bit at her already puff hand. Swatting it one more time she had the satisfaction of the plant retreating from Olivia's hand. "Stupid, stupid, stupid bloody plant!!" With one swift swat the plant tumbled over struggling to get up and take another bite at Olivia. "Well, I do believe that now you've made it even more angry then before. And, I can't believe that you would be the one to break your plant. Sorry but ten points from Ravenclaw... " Professor Longbottom faltered before he could finish his sentence for a very angry red-head Ravenclaw fled from the scene. "Bloody hell." she muttered staring at her purple tinted hand. Wiping the tears that began to form around her large blue eyes Olivia retreated to the Ravenclaw common room.
What is the beginning of eternity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end
And the end of every race?
"Simple, the letter "e" she muttered shaking her tresses of curls, impatient to enter. "Correct."
Olivia entered thee common room ignoring the stares of a few first years as they glimpsed her purple inflating hand. Was it not enough that she had a Troll in her favorite herbology class, and that the O.W.L's were coming up and she couldn't even walk in the common room without stares from first years. "Your looking at.....?" she barked her eyes narrowing slightly on the squeamish looking Ravenclaw who's mouth ever so slightly dropped.
If I'm missing Herbology might as well finish my ruins homework before my detention comes.... Olivia pulled out her ink bottle and parchment setting it on her knee as she snuggled down in her favorite chair by the fire. Olivia Zariah Ryall, 5th Year, Ancient Ruins[/b] As careful as the fuming Olivia could be she dipped her quill into the ink once more and began to write furiously on the parchment. Absorbed in her works she failed to notice the oily black ink tip over and spill slightly, running down her brand new robes. She felt the liquid start to pool toward the bottom of her feet thus pulling out her wand and lazily chanting Tergo, her eyes not even lifting from her parchment.
