h e l l o? (can you hear me ?) [grounds; open to all!]

claryfray · Nov 25th 2016

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AGE 19.
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SEXUALITY LESBIAN.
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IC: Morrigan had been wandering around aimlessly, bored out of her mind. Her classes were done for the day, she had finished up all of her homework, and now she had a few hours to kill before it was curfew. Morrigan was reserved and kept to herself, despite her thoughts being very weighty and opinionated. She didn't have any friends, and she figured it was going to be that way until she graduated.

She sighed heavily, plopping down in the grass underneath a tall tree. She pulled out her notebook, and began to write. Writing (more specifically, poetry) had become a hobby of hers in third year when she realized she needed a healthy way to voice her emotions and opinions, and without real friends to do that, writing was the best she could get. She wore about her loneliness, about her fear and her anger at the injustices of the world. The words flowed smoothly from her quill as she continued to write.

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naota · Nov 26th 2016

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hello again, haha

ic
Niles rubbed at his nose, scolding himself for spending too much time at the Quidditch Pitch with winter settling in. He wasn't even on the team yet somehow his mates managed to drag him down there every week. However supportive, it would be a real shame if a potential cold kept him from going to an actual game.

He huffed, amused, and jammed his hand back into the pocket of his thick robe.

The chilly air teased his reddening face as he walked briskly back to the castle, eyes downcast on the path. If he hadn't paused to massage his cheeks for some well-needed warmth and refreshment, Niles would certainly have missed the student fixed by a large tree not too far from the walkway.

Abernathy, was it?

He heard her name quite often. There were a few comments here and there about her solitary habits, but more about her class rank, in all honesty.

His House friends were competitive. And definitely frustrated by her academic performance.

"Don't tell me you're well on your way with the Potions paper already," he joked, approaching.

He'd be most impressed if she answered affirmatively. He had never seen someone write for Potions so fervently though - could she actually be done with it?
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