[GC.Room] Surrepstious Pudding Indulgement

[Antoinette Rouge]

Antoinette curled by the fire, reclining comfortably in one of the bigger, poofier armchairs. She sighed happily as the heat lapped at her chilly body, the flush slowly receding from her face. Shooting a surrepstious look around the near empty common-room, she pulled out a carton of pudding. Muggle sweets were one thing she missed most about home....luckily, her father kept a good supply coming. Antoinette gazed at the top a little guiltily. It had been too chilly for a run this morning, so technically, this snack had not been earned. Being somewhat of a closet healthnut, Antoinette tried to get some good excersise in every day or so, to make up for the constant snacking. It worked pretty well: she was quite slender.
Antoinette raised her eyebrows at the canister, as though daring it to say something. Everyone knows calories don't count if no one sees you eating them. She reasoned with herself, and the snack itself. Honestly, just eat your bloody pudding.
As soon as Antoinette had polished off the treat (in almost seven seconds, to be exact,) she began digging around in her bag for a book on charms. She needed a keep warm spell, because she needed to run. Her muscles had felt tense all morning, and she had had to resist excessive foot tapping in several classes. Where was the book?

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny was always cooped up in her room, she wasn't studying most of the time she was just in there laying down, moping, sleeping, pretending to study or just thinking. Lately she was just always thinking about things and that seemed to make it all worse for her. After another long day she again retreated to the comfort of her room though several students that she knew called to her asking her to join them. She politely nodded her head now and headed upstairs amidst whispers from those exact same classmates. It had to be fader for the common room, how the once out going Ginny Weasley was hiding out in her room acting like some sort of recluse. This just wouldn't do anymore. This wasn't like her and she needed to make it end. Sighing she decided to get up and go back down to the common room. When she entered it several heads snapped up as if they had never seen her before. This annoyed her to no end but she had to pretend it didn't, no need to let them add any more fuel to the fire. Scanning the room she noticed one girl she didn't know all that well. Figuring making small talk with her would be easier Ginny headed over. "Hi there, do you mind if I sit here" she asked pointing to the seat near the other girl. Hoping it wouldn't be a problem Ginny waited with a smile on her face.

[Jac Shaw]

Jac strolled into the Common Room and noticed it was nearly empty. Only Antoinette was by the fire and some fourth years were hunched over their books along the other wall of the room. Taking another scoop from her large bowl of custard, Jac slowly made her way towards the sixth year that she was very fond of. She didn't really like to say the word fond. It was one of those insipid words that meant something but not really. But with Anti, it applied. Jac was fond of her.

The girl took a bite of something that quickly disappeared into her bag as one of Jac's favourite people asked for the adjacent seat to Antoinette. Jac came around the couch and bumped her hip on Ginny's. "Course you can sit there, ninny!" Jac said, sticking out her tongue, teasing her. "You're always too aware of people's feelings. Besides," Jac fell into a high backed arm chair and put the over grown bowl on her lap, "Anti doesn't bite. Do you, ducky?"

Jac was in quite a playful mood this evening. It had been dark and dismal all day and Jac had loved it. The more rainy and gray, the more happier and sillier Jac became. Taking another mouthful of custard from her over grown bowl, Jac thought that the custard was adding to her silliness as custard always made her happy and when she was already happy ... there was no knowing what shenanigans she may get up to.