[SC.Room] Fury, It's the Curse in Us All

[angelinagomez]

Angelina stormed into the Common Room, chocolate brown eyes flashing with fury. "How dare they! How dare those putrid, filthy bloodtraitors, judge me!?" she yelled, as she threw her bag to the floor, and flung herself onto her favorite chair. A stupid little first year came up to her,

"Uh...you okay?"

Angelina glared, was this girl daft?

"Do I look okay to you!?" she snarled.

The girl quickly shook her head, "N-n-no. N-n-not r-r-really." she stuttered.

Angelina just glared daggers, "Do I look like a freaking speech therapist to you?" she snapped. The girl shook her head wordlessly.

Angelina glared, finally she spoke. "Then why the hell are you stammering!?" she roared furiously. The girl jumped, and let out a frightened squeak.

Angelina stood, she was still furious. She needed to hex something, or better yet, hit something! Waving her wand, she conjured up a punching bag, and using her bare fists, began to pummell it. She channeled her anger and frustration into each blow.

Deciding that hitting a punching bag wasn't working, she conjured up several tea-sets in a hideous pink and yellow, with a smile, she began to blast them apart. Each time she blasted one apart, another would take its place. Thus was how she spent her time, until she heard someone come into the Common Room...

[Morgana Wyatt]

A day full of classes yet again for Morgana. Still it kept her mind off the fact that she may be marrying some dork sooner than expected. She had yet to meet her future Husband, but if she thought he was ugly, she would ask for another man. It was simple as. Morgana wanted someone as beautiful as her to stand beside for the rest of her life. It would be no good to her if the person she was married to was ugly, what would be the sense in that?

Pushing through the common room door, she heard stuttering of a younger slytherin and Angelina blasting teapots. Merely observing her for a moment, she let the door fall back into place.
“What’s the matter with you?” she smirked, gliding over and sitting opposite her.

[angelinagomez]

Angelina looked, still glaring. Finally she spoke, "Stupid little bloodtraitors, what else?" she muttered. Heaving a sigh, she cleaned up the mess she made with a wave of her wand, and stowed it back into her pocket. Flicking a lock of hair from her face, she turned to face Morgana, hands on her hips.

"What have you been up to lately?" she asked, not really caring, just in the mood for some distraction, even if that distraction came in the form of conversation.

Sighing she sat down on the couch, and reached into her bag to pull out her shrunken, emerald green and silver guitar. It had been one of her parents last gifts to her, and she treasured it greatly.

Looking up at Morgana, she gave a small, rare smile. "Sit down." she said, patting the spot next to her. She returned the guitar to its normal size, and settled it into her lap. She smiled as she looked down at it. "Gotta love music." she muttered more to herself than Morgana.