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Oct 3, 2016 0:16:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 0:16:32 GMT -7
Everyone had their talents. And everyone knew what they were willing to work their hardest for. Evan wanted honors and she was willing to work her hardest for it. She sat in the courtyard surrounded by books. She had her guitar to her left, but it was beginning neglected. Her mind was on one track. It was all about her essays, the questions and the participation. She needed to have all the right answers and always knew what to say.
She ran a hand through her hair as she highlighted year another line in her textbook for Charms and then wrote a small note in her notepad. She flipped the page and continued on. Evan sat there for about a hour just doing her work. She missed the trip to Hogsmead making sure she was well prepared for whatever was thrown at her, even if she wasn’t perfect and didn’t have all the answers, she was going to make sure she had most of them or at least would be able to work her way through it. The brunette’s eyes paced back and forth on the page when she finally realized that the courtyard was practically empty.
Everyone was gone for fun and Evangeline missed out again. The girl thought about it for a moment. But it didn’t bug her as much as she thought it should. She should be socializing and making it the best last year she had. Except she accepted a while ago that socializing wasn’t her thing. Working was the best thing for her. She was good at what she was doing so far an it was keeping busy. The girl shrugged her shoulders and went back to go through her book. Evan’s focus was trained on her notes and creating them.
Another hour passed.
Evan threw herself back onto the grassy patch she chose to sit on. Seventh year wasn’t going to be easy, she could already tell. But it was definitely something she wasn’t going to let get in her way. She’ll be successful, one day. The brunette stared up at the sky and folded her arms behind her head. There was maybe one tiny cloud passing by. Other than that, the sky was clear and bright and blue. It was actually super nice of a day. Evan was actually kind of glad she wasn’t coped up in the castle or restricted to the cluttered streets of Hogsmead. She could do what she wanted here, in reason of course. Evan propped herself up on her elbows and looked around the courtyard once more. Maybe she should give her studying a rest? The girl sat straight up and fumbled with her papers. She gathered them up and tossed them into her bag. She then reached around herself and grabbed her guitar. She looked at the wood and the design. It was new to her, but old to someone else. The girl looked to have soft and delicate fingers, but the tips were callused by playing the guitar. She strummed the guitar and then scrunched her nose, it was a bit out of tune. She began plucking each strand by itself looking for the trouble maker.
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WIZARDING ADULT
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Oct 3, 2016 21:56:26 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Oct 3, 2016 21:56:26 GMT -7
▲ She had agonized over the fact that classwork had taken precedent over going to Hogsmeade this weekend. It wasn’t as if she had anyone to go with in the first place, but more the chance to escape the castle and grounds for the first time all week. She didn’t hate being stuck on school grounds all the time; it was more the fact that having the option to escape all of it at least once a week was that much more important. Unfortunately getting caught up on classwork had taken her quite a bit longer this morning that she had hoped, and all efforts to get to Hogsmeade in time were futile. Technically she still could have made it, but arriving late wasn’t exactly fun at all. Plus the few friends she did know were going were probably already in little groups doing things together, she’d hate to butt in and ruin any plans by showing up late. Instead, the rest of the Hufflepuff’s day was going to be spent taking pictures outside. That was really the only other thing she could do, really. Practicing spells in an empty classroom was the other choice, but getting out and enjoying the weather was way more enticing. Camera in hand, Cordelia ran out of the Hufflepuff common room as fast as possible, hoping to make it outside without running into anyone. She’d prefer not to have any head-on collisions today, thank you very much. Too many times she rushed around the dungeon corridors and crashed into other students. Having her camera with her made the trip all that more cautious. The last thing she needed to happen was have her camera break. It was her life, and being able to function without it would probably be impossible. She wasn’t willing to test her luck today, nor ever for that matter. Safely stepping out into the bright, clear sky, Cordelia immediately set to work snapping a few pictures here and there. Most of her subjects consisted of plants and foliage, the change in seasons from summer to fall did wonders to the plant life around Hogwarts. Satisfied with her work so far, she found a nice spot on one of the benches and decided to soak in what could possibly the last warm rays of sun for the year. Taking in the sounds of the outdoors with little interruption from humans, Cordelia was finally able to relax after the long week. She hadn’t even realized it until this moment. Photography was therapeutic to an extent, but laying around outside was even more so. The soft breeze rustling the branches of nearby trees, the distant song of a bird, echoes of the few students emitting from inside the castle walls, and the strum of a guitar. The last one didn’t match the rest, not because it was a man-made sound, but because it was close, like really close. The kind of close that was right around the corner. Peeking around the wall that her bench was situated against, she spotted the source of the strumming. There was a girl there, lying on the ground and figuring out something with her instrument. For whatever reason, Cordelia was taken by this sight and pulled her camera back up to her face. She moved a little closer to where the girl was sitting, but not enough to be seen, or at least she hoped. Pressing down on the button, a small click and buzz emitted from the camera as Cordelia observed the other girl through the viewfinder. She wasn’t opposed to asking for permission to take pictures of people, per say. It was more that this was so natural, untouched by an artistic eye, that the only thing that was remotely manufactured in the whole process was the framing that Cordelia gave it. Hopefully the girl wouldn’t mind too much if she spotted the little blonde Hufflepuff standing off in the distance snapping away. @pucey ● 657 ● Where I Want To Go by Roo Panes MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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