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sweetpinkpixie · 06-24-2023, 05:01 AM

Oops.

Anna was not having the best week remembering things, particularly her schedule and academic obligations, and had spilled orange juice on her arm this morning where she had written her schedule so she could keep track of things. How had she spilled...don't ask? It was kind of a whole thing but she had stayed in the Great Hall until she had finished cleaning up! So the ink had been all smeared and she had misread Potions for Charms and gone to THAT classroom first. Obviously once she got there it was clear that this was not the place and so she had gone down the corridors and peeked in every classroom before passing through the Friar who had directed her in the right direction. So...Anna was properly sprinting through the corridors, aware but not entirely aware as to just how late she was. Reaching for the door, she gave it a firm tug to pull it open when...to her GREAT dismay, the door did not budge. The little Hufflepuffle was no match to the promises of physics and gravity and all that fancy stuff, meaning she was unable to come to a sudden stop and SLAMMED into the door.

*THUD*
*rattle rattle rattle rattle*

Once the door stopped dancing on its hinges, Anna's eyes opened to the ceiling and a dull kind of throb to her forehead. Her curls had protected her on the fall, you see, but not on the initial impact and now she had some indents on her forehead from the knots in the wooden planks that made up the door. One side of her back was also very very black and a little moist now too. Rubbing her forehead, the Hufflepuffle quickly gathered her papers that had flown out from her bag during the whole ordeal and lightly tried the handle again *rattle rattle rattle* to no avail.

Oops x 2.

The good thing about these wooden doors though was that you could still kind of hear things through them if you pressed your ear hard enough to it. SO...to waste not...Anna plopped herself down on the ground right in front of the door so she could press her ear against it from time to time and picked the piece of parchment least covered in black ink to take notes on. Her quill, now bent in a couple of places and with the feather end barely holding on towards the middle, scrapped against the bottom of her bag to collect what ink it could from the fabric and she started with dating her parchment before her ear went to the door for the next step - 'three favorite things' - which she wrote but...her quill had next to no ink on it so it was mostly just scraping over the parchment and poking holes in it as she tried to write 'rainbows, bubbles, storybooks'.

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,466 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	*ahem* astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Oops. Anna was not having the best week remembering things, particularly her schedule and academic obligations, and had spilled orange juice on her arm this morning where she had written her schedule so she could keep track of things. How had she spilled...don't ask? It was kind of a whole thing but she had stayed in the Great Hall until she had finished cleaning up! So the ink had been all smeared and she had misread Potions for Charms and gone to THAT classroom first. Obviously once she got there it was clear that this was not the place and so she had gone down the corridors and peeked in every classroom before passing through the Friar who had directed her in the right direction. So...Anna was properly sprinting through the corridors, aware but not entirely aware as to just how late she was. Reaching for the door, she gave it a firm tug to pull it open when...to her GREAT dismay, the door did not budge. The little Hufflepuffle was no match to the promises of physics and gravity and all that fancy stuff, meaning she was unable to come to a sudden stop and SLAMMED into the door. THUD rattle rattle rattle rattle Once the door stopped dancing on its hinges, Anna's eyes opened to the ceiling and a dull kind of throb to her forehead. Her curls had protected her on the fall, you see, but not on the initial impact and now she had some indents on her forehead from the knots in the wooden planks that made up the door. One side of her back was also very very black and a little moist now too. Rubbing her forehead, the Hufflepuffle quickly gathered her papers that had flown out from her bag during the whole ordeal and lightly tried the handle again rattle rattle rattle to no avail. Oops x 2. The good thing about these wooden doors though was that you could still kind of hear things through them if you pressed your ear hard enough to it. SO...to waste not...Anna plopped herself down on the ground right in front of the door so she could press her ear against it from time to time and picked the piece of parchment least covered in black ink to take notes on. Her quill, now bent in a couple of places and with the feather end barely holding on towards the middle, scrapped against the bottom of her bag to collect what ink it could from the fabric and she started with dating her parchment before her ear went to the door for the next step - 'three favorite things' - which she wrote but...her quill had next to no ink on it so it was mostly just scraping over the parchment and poking holes in it as she tried to write 'rainbows, bubbles, storybooks'. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like