Belaya Drocellmeyer
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year[M:-1500]
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm already dead. Mentally and perhaps physically."[Mo0:0]
Posts: 150
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Post by Belaya Drocellmeyer on Nov 3, 2011 17:48:50 GMT
Belaya Drocellmeyer comfily sat on a cushioned armchair wrapped in a warm blanket and reading a book. "Hmm... If only I had some bread and hot chocolate..." she mumbled to her self. Belaya had gotten bored and decided to spend some time in Professor Adkins' classroom. After all, her classroom was very comfy and she had been on the floor anyway.
"Hopefully enough the professor won't be mad at me for using her classroom." she said to no one in particular "Oh well, if she's mad she'll be mad. Nothing I can do about it really. After all, why'd she leave the door unlocked if she would mind people settling down in her comfy room?"
Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside and at once perked up and went on her guard. When hearing the steps grow closer she put down her book and grasped the handle of her wand. She froze as soon as the footsteps were at the door but they went past the Charms classroom and further down the hall.
"Phew, false alarm." she said relieved "Now what page was I on..."
Belay at once snuggled deeper into the chair and pulled the blanket over her before flipping through the pages of her book once again. She intently started reading and relaxed completely. She probably wouldn't stop reading even if a whole army was walking into the classroom.
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Post by Laurinda Lendon on Nov 3, 2011 20:48:35 GMT
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Belaya Drocellmeyer
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year[M:-1500]
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm already dead. Mentally and perhaps physically."[Mo0:0]
Posts: 150
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Post by Belaya Drocellmeyer on Nov 3, 2011 22:34:58 GMT
Belaya took a few seconds to tear her gaze away from the book and look at the newcomer in front of her. She simply stared at the girl, studying her. If she remembered correctly this girl was a Ravenclaw and in her same year. The girl looked a bit... Sad and emotional. Though the Claw looked tough and stern she was actually hurt and sensitive. But she was pretty good at hiding it but Belaya would always manage to see that look.
The girl cleared her throat making her jump back into reality.
"What? Oh yeah." Belaya took a moment to gather her thoughts "Really?"
Belaya was very reluctant to leave her spot. Even if her teacher got mad at her. After all, she was already in the mood to keep reading. Also, she didn't really want anyone else to see what she was reading...
"Are you sure it'll be peaceful?" she questioned while hiding her book under the covers of the blanket and relaxing the grip on her wand.
Belaya questioned the onlooker with utter calmness and a straight face. Never giving anything away. This was one of her weaknesses. It was automatic to cover things up as she just wanted to protect herself. But in the end it was the thing that really hurt her.
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Post by Laurinda Lendon on Nov 5, 2011 14:56:00 GMT
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Belaya Drocellmeyer
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year[M:-1500]
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm already dead. Mentally and perhaps physically."[Mo0:0]
Posts: 150
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Post by Belaya Drocellmeyer on Nov 5, 2011 15:51:04 GMT
Belaya sighed as the Ravenclaw snapped at her and couldn't help but smile at her last comment. She didn't really care if she got into trouble. But when the Ravenclaw snapped at her she did feel a bit hurt. She did only want to read her book in a new setting.
"Okay, okay. I'll go ворончик (voronchik) just wait a minute." she said with a calm sigh.
"Wait. Did I just... Great Belaya Drocellmeyer just great! The thing you desperately try to hide from others you just pointed out to this ворон. She'll ask questions and she might judge you. Are you deliberately trying to make yourself worse? Just perfect! Oh wait. Did she just say empty rooms?" Belaya ranted and worried in her head but still never keeping her cool, collected outside face. Until she remembered the Ravenclaw said something about empty rooms. When she thought about that she couldn't help but let out a small look of fear on her face but quickly but her cover back on.
"Sorry but I don't really like empty classrooms." she said with no expression but she realized that the Claw would leave and she kinda wanted some human company. It's been awhile since she had some. "But do you mind if you can just... I dunno. Take a walk perhaps go to the kitchen and I can make some hot coco and get some bread?"
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Post by Laurinda Lendon on Nov 5, 2011 18:27:44 GMT
[/i] For now, she decided to let it slip. She shrugged, "Hmm, I suppose empty classrooms can be a little depressing sometimes." Just when she had thought she'd gotten somewhere! Maybe there was somewhere else to go? Luckily, the girl suggested going to grab a snack instead, saving Lauri the trouble of thinking of another excuse. "Okay, I'm sure the house elves could get us some stuff down in the Kitchens, let's go." Without turning back, Lauri left the Charms classroom and started making her way down to the kitchens...[/color][/ul]
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Belaya Drocellmeyer
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year[M:-1500]
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm already dead. Mentally and perhaps physically."[Mo0:0]
Posts: 150
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Post by Belaya Drocellmeyer on Nov 5, 2011 18:48:11 GMT
Belaya was glad that the girl didn't pressure her about the classroom thing. But got a bit worried again as she saw the girl give off a small frown when she realized Belaya spoke Russian.
"Wait, I said that I would- never mind she's gone..." Belaya sighed.
Belaya calmly folded her blanket and was just about to go to the Kitchens when she realized she didn't have her glasses!
"That's why it was hard to read! Now where did I put it..." Belaya mused to herself while searching the chair.
She finally found them in her cloak. Where she usually puts her glasses. Belaya felt a bit old as she sighed and walked out of the Charms classroom, careful to close the door behind her.
"Let's just bring this back to the room, pick-up Glamoura then off to the kitchens we'll go." Belaya calmly stated her plan and walked to the Hufflepuff common room.
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