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Post by vertablanc on Feb 27, 2012 14:23:06 GMT -5
Scott Wood had never been good at writing essays. He'd known this practically his entire life so he wasn't surprised that he got back an essay and he was failing his best subject because of his written work. He groaned, covering his head with his hands as he put his head on the table. Why couldn't he just do the practical side of all his lessons and they just pass him on that? He was good at the practical side, except in potions of course, so he would much rather be doing that and he was sure he would pass his exams easily if they were all practical instead of writing essays and failing them each time. He just wished he could pay someone to write his essays or something. He was morally against cheaters so he couldn't do that really but sometimes he wished he could.
He sighed, sitting back up and looking at the piles of books on the table around him. Book upon book upon book. Books on charms and history of charms and everything possibly to do with charms but he couldn't seem to write that into actual words on a piece of parchment. He chewed on the end of his quill, looking around at the empty common room. Most of his friends were out in the sunshine, walking or chilling out because they had passed this essay already this term but Scott was on his third re-write already and it was only the start of the term. He just wanted to do really well in charms but the essays were killing him.
He sighed, standing up and moving over to one of the armchairs and collapsing into it. He pulled out his wand and enchanted all the books back into his bag and back upstairs into his room as he slung his feet over the side of the armchair. He wished that it would be easy to do essays but he was just screwed. He wanted to jump on his broom and fly around for a few hours instead of being stuck inside on a warm, sunny day because he couldn't pass a silly essay. "I hate essays," Scott muttered to himself, leaning his head back over the side. "Someone save me from the essays!"
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MUSICPLAYING:: watching bbc iplayer!
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AUTHORSNOTES:: first post for scott!
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Post by louis on Feb 28, 2012 14:29:17 GMT -5
   Sometimes it was like the professor intended to annoy the complete hell out of you, luckily enough for his Transfiguration professor Louis was a very understanding person and wasn’t easily agitated by a professor’s pointless rambling and intention to publicly humiliate you because of your poor ability in his class. Everyone knew Louis was more of a Care of Magical Creatures guy than anything else, he pretty much breathed the subject and Transfiguration, well it was a very boring subject and he was sure that they intentionally hired the really old male teachers that constantly smelled like cabbage and tobacco, it wasn’t a good combination, it was actually really off putting when it came to trying to learn because all you could concentrate on was cabbage. Sure it was a familiar old people smell but maybe he could put on a dash of aftershave once in a while? That way the Gryffindor wouldn’t have to hold his breath when he walked into the classroom and stick his head into his jumper.
After an hour of pointless rambling the lesson was over and the professor allowed them all to leave and handed them their assignments that had been marked as they left. Standing at the back of the queue the blonde boy watched as people broke into a smile as they got handed back their assignments and Louis just shuffled along until the professor looked with him with a stern look and handed him the paper he had written. A large red 'O' was in the top left hand corner of the paper and his professor smiled and went back to his desk. Shoving the assignment into his bag he continued to walk to the Gryffindor tower wondering if anyone would actually be in there. It was now the end of lesson time and most people would be hanging outside, making the most of the surprisingly good weather. Louis had to go and put his bag away first though.
Gently he jogged up the stairs to the tower and muttered the password to the Gryffindor common room before the portrait swung open and allowed him to enter the common room. As he walked in he noticed a familiar guy sat by one of the tables, surrounded by books. At first glance this guy looked like he belonged in the Ravenclaw common room, but this was actually Scott Wood; quidditch captain. As to why he was swotting over his work on such a fine day, Louis was oblivious. He would usually be getting in some extra practice or something. The blonde sauntered over to his fellow Gryffindor. "Hey Scott, what's up?", he asked, lounging in the plump armchair next to the wooden table that looked as if it was about to collapse from all the books placed on it.
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Post by vertablanc on Feb 28, 2012 15:26:42 GMT -5
Scott looked up from his depressed state surrounded by books as Louis talked to him, giving him a sigh. "I want to kill myself. I hate all these essays and these books and everything. Why can't I take my exam on quidditch and running a successful quidditch team? I would completely ace that and then they would all love me. But no, I'm failing my best subject because I just can't write an essay. I can't write essays but I can use the spells and everything. When am I going to need to write an essay on any of this? I'm not going to. I'm going to play quidditch and the only writing I'll need to do is to sign my name which I can do perfectly," Scott told him, sighing again and putting his head in his hands.
After a few moments silence, he stood up and moved over to the window, standing on the window sill and peering out at the people playing outside. There were a few kids on the quidditch pitch, Ravenclaw it seemed, practising or just playing for fun, he wasn't sure at all. He sighed, pressing his forehead against the glass and watching them all have fun when he had to write his third essay this year already on the same subject he had failed twice. He sighed, jumping down from the window sill and lying down on the sofa, rubbing his face. "I want to go out and play quidditch.... so unfair. I can't help that I'm practically illiterate!"
WORDCOUNT:: two five six
MUSICPLAYING:: america - west side story
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POSTTAGGEDFOR:: louis!
AUTHORSNOTES:: sorry it's short :/
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Post by louis on Mar 9, 2012 14:56:36 GMT -5
Louis wasn't really one for reading emotions. That was one thing he really wasn't very good at. A few years ago, he had been on a date with a girl from Hufflepuff- Katie, her name was. He had thought that she was pissed off about something he'd done, so he spent the whole day in silence- or as close to silence as the talkative Gryffindor could get. It turned out that Katie was just not feeling too well that day, and she dumped him for being 'insensitive'. The nerve of some people. Though Louis had to agree that she had a point. He wasn't that adept at telling what someone was feeling, and he tended to blurt things out. Those two traits in a person make a few people dislike you. However, on this occasion there was no doubt that Scott was feeling frustrated. Who wouldn't be, in his position? Not being able to do the thing you love is bad enough. But put it with having to do homework instead? That's just cruel.
Louis knew what the Quidditch Captain meant. Earlier this year he hadn't done his Astronomy homework a few times, and the professor made him stay until midnight, doing remedial Astronomy. He missed his 'appointment' with Hagrid to visit the Thestrals... although Louis hadn't seen death, he still loved the invisible creatures. Yeah, that was pretty frustrating. And Louis could bet that Scott was feeling just as annoyed as he had been, if not more.
Sitting up in his armchair, Louis glanced at the work that the other Gryffindor had been doing. The book looked pretty complicated- NEWTs looked exhausting- but it was Charms- one of Louis's best subjects. Well, it was mainly his wand that did all the work. It was practically made for Charms work. Louis himself, not that great. He sighed quietly, resigning himself to what he knew he had to do.
"Listen, mate. I'm alright at Charms, and writing essays. I could always help you?". He smirked. "That is, if you're not too embarrassed to be helped by a fifth year...".
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