Post by rose camille weasley on Jun 26, 2011 22:11:47 GMT -5
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We're Just
Misguided Ghosts
Traveling Endlessly[/center]
The soft scritch-scratch noise of an ink-dipped quill being scribbled across a fresh piece of parchment could be heard from the farthest nook of the Hogwarts library. It wasn't just a table in the library, where students could go and do their homework. In fact, it was a desk attached to one of the numerous very large wooden bookshelves that stood about the spacious room.
It was in a far corner of the library where Rose Weasley could be found at that precise moment in time. She was sitting in one of the wooden chairs that were available, her ankles crossed in front of her as she wrote furiously. Numbers upon numbers of books surrounded her small space, organized into stacks that she deemed them in. The tallest stack to her right were all on History of Magic, the subject for the essay she was currently writing for. The other two stacks to her left were on both Potions and Care of Magical Creatures; she hadn't wrote her essays over the summer due to certain distractions because of her numerous family get-togethers, and this was the last moment she had left to do them. How unfortunate for her.
Her messenger bag laid open on the floor next to her chair, extra pieces of parchment and a couple of read-for-fun books could be seen from the right angle. She was currently huddled over the parchment in front of her, scribbling down word after word about the history of magic and related topics that her summer homework had been over for the certain class. Her fiery red hair, almost orange in color, tumbled down from her head, like a silky waterfall of bright color that was glowing in the sunlight coming from the window. Her hazel eyes intently followed every scratch, every mark of her quill that she made. A small bit of her tongue was seen hanging out from the left corner of her mouth as she scribbled furiously.
At last finished with her work, the Seventh Year set down her quill with the utmost delicacy before emitting a small yawn. A twinge of pride came from within her as she stared at the parchment in front of her; she had finished it, even though some had told her that she wouldn't have been able to. Hah! She had shown them, all right! The Gryffindor then simply sat there, her bright gaze drifting between all of the books. Now, to put these all away... Rose frowned to herself, sighing as she stood and grabbed three books from the pile of Potions books, going to return them to their rightful shelves.
The Ones We
Trusted The Most
[/size][/font]It was in a far corner of the library where Rose Weasley could be found at that precise moment in time. She was sitting in one of the wooden chairs that were available, her ankles crossed in front of her as she wrote furiously. Numbers upon numbers of books surrounded her small space, organized into stacks that she deemed them in. The tallest stack to her right were all on History of Magic, the subject for the essay she was currently writing for. The other two stacks to her left were on both Potions and Care of Magical Creatures; she hadn't wrote her essays over the summer due to certain distractions because of her numerous family get-togethers, and this was the last moment she had left to do them. How unfortunate for her.
Her messenger bag laid open on the floor next to her chair, extra pieces of parchment and a couple of read-for-fun books could be seen from the right angle. She was currently huddled over the parchment in front of her, scribbling down word after word about the history of magic and related topics that her summer homework had been over for the certain class. Her fiery red hair, almost orange in color, tumbled down from her head, like a silky waterfall of bright color that was glowing in the sunlight coming from the window. Her hazel eyes intently followed every scratch, every mark of her quill that she made. A small bit of her tongue was seen hanging out from the left corner of her mouth as she scribbled furiously.
At last finished with her work, the Seventh Year set down her quill with the utmost delicacy before emitting a small yawn. A twinge of pride came from within her as she stared at the parchment in front of her; she had finished it, even though some had told her that she wouldn't have been able to. Hah! She had shown them, all right! The Gryffindor then simply sat there, her bright gaze drifting between all of the books. Now, to put these all away... Rose frowned to herself, sighing as she stood and grabbed three books from the pile of Potions books, going to return them to their rightful shelves.
The Ones We
Trusted The Most
Pushed Us Far Away
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Words~ 436.
Notes~ I need to stop making threads for Rose.
Tags~ Open.
Outfit~ Click.
Lyrics~ Misguided Ghosts, Paramore
Credit~ Starz3z @ Caution 2.0!
