Post by mina pandora oliveira on Apr 29, 2018 0:39:01 GMT -7
03.18.2018 - year three
The common room was empty, spare a few first and second years wandering in and out as the day wore on. Everyone else was at Hogsmeade, as she should have been, but there was something called academic probation keeping Mina away from her freedom, something she absolutely despised with every fiber of her tiny body. But this was her penitence for slacking off last term. The meetings between the school and her parents had finished up last month, and the slight improvement in her grades and homework seemed to have done the trick. However, that wasn’t enough to allow her to go back on Hogsmeade on the weekends. Those visits were a privilege, and privileges were only allowed to students in good academic standing, something she most certainly was not. Whatever. The only loss by not going these past few weeks was that her candy supply was in a severe state. It was dwindling closer to nonexistence today, mostly because all of her work for the weekend was already complete and there was nothing to do aside from lounging on the couch and munching away on sugar.
So that was exactly what Mina was currently doing, legs dangling over the edge of the arm rest as she stared up at the ceiling of the common room and poured another mouthful of candy into her hand. The last hour or so had been spent lazily dropping one piece at a time into her mouth. Callie would kill her if she saw the amount of candy wrappers laying on the table next to the couch or on the floor all around her. No one had been bold enough to tell Mina otherwise yet, so she simply tossed them wherever she pleased. They would be picked up eventually. Just not right now. There had to be at least one thing she could be rebellious about right now, since all of her normal methods had been taken away from her. By being kept from her friends, she was being forced to resort to these more drastic measures of forcing chocolate down her throat in inordinate amounts. If her studies didn’t kill her first, death by chocolate most certainly would. But that was something she was fine with.