Post by Yvonne Rae De Snaijer on May 30, 2019 2:40:06 GMT -7
NEW TERMS ONLY IRKED YVONNE, simply because it meant there would be no opportunity for the De Snaijer to return to Ilvermorny, complete her schooling there and do whatever she wished. Instead, she was doomed to a place she hated, around people she hated, and avoided the ones she loved. Sitting alone in the quiet Common room, Yvonne’s leg hoisted up, crossing under her other one. It had almost been a month since the accident as well, the scar that formed because of the fire of a dragon rested comfortably on her left leg now, only shown whenever her robes shifted. At first, Yvonne did her best to conceal the injury from her siblings and even Lia, but now simply didn’t care. It looked cool in some way. Where the De Snaijer sat, her wand twirling in her hands, she looked down at her notebook, filled with things she planned to do for the day. It was the things she planned over the Christmas break when she was somewhat bedridden, waiting for the break to end and classes to start up again.
Bullying a younger Hufflepuff from the third year was already done for the day, the enjoyment out of it somewhat cruel and such, but both Bianca and Delilah had taught the Slytherin well. Next upon the completed list was writing practice with her right hand, so she wouldn’t be out of touch. She had perfected it so long ago because of Delilah but remembered her words to keep it in a rotation, so she would lose the cursive style she had obtained for herself. Her next task was to do homework and possibly find Brody or Jace to hang out with, especially since the next day was an opportunity to head to Hogsmeade. Yvonne simply wondered how the damages were repaired and what the village looked like now.
Lost in her thoughts, the Slytherin hadn’t even considered the shuffling noises amongst her until she heard a book drop upon the floor. Looking back at the lone book, she couldn’t see the culprit. Turning again, she jumped at the sight of Gideon Ollivander, who stood before her with that signature look of his. Smug and like a twat. ”Piss off Momma’s boy!” She yelled, throwing her notebook in his direction.
gideon edward ollivander & i love how the colour is red but slytherin is…nvm