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Post by Prudence Russo on Sept 27, 2008 1:34:39 GMT
Prue heaved a sigh as she finally set foot into the common room after what seemed like a long and exhausting day. Barely able to get her legs to work properly, she sluggishly walked towards the nearest couch and plopped her books and her bum down on it, much the dismay of the person who was sitting on the other side and seemed to not have a clue who she was. Oh well, she wasn't moving now, probably not even to go to bed later. After giving her a few weird looks, they finally picked up their books with a huff and moved off to find their own space. Good, she didn't want to talk to them anyway.
Stretching her legs out, Prue leaned back against the cushions and propped her hands behind her head. "Oi, I'm so tired." She moaned to herself and closed her eyes for a few minutes, letting her mind wander in the hopes that it would keep her from passing out. It didn't exactly help, since she just ended up thinking of the long list of papers and studying that she had to do for tomorrow and the mere idea of picking up her History of Magic book at the moment seemed like it should be a sin. Who really cared about history, anyway? Wasn't it enough to just know the basics of what they shouldn't do.. like, hey guys, let's not have another Dark Lord? End of story. Not, hey, let's do a four page paper on the techniques of hiding the wizarding world before something or other.
Obviously the mere idea was putting her to sleep and she's spaced out from what was going on. That is, until Prue heard someone call out her name and she didn't even bother to open her eyes and see who it was. The voice was too familiar. Plus, there wasn't many people who dared call her Pruella. "Hmm?" She said tiredly, opening an eye but not spotting said sister. Instead, she just saw the fireplace in front of her and had one of her random epiphanies that she was all too famous for.
"I wanna make some smores or something..." She said, sitting up a little bit only to end up leaning heavily on the arm of her chair and smirking towards the fire. Too bad for smores it requires marshmallows, and chocolate, and graham crackers... if only she were a Hufflepuff, then the walk to the kitchens would be so much closer. Or better yet, if only they had in-room delivery.
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Post by Adelaine Russo on Sept 28, 2008 20:24:50 GMT
Grimacing, she slammed the book shut. A chorus of ‘shh’ was heard as soon as she did, and Offley sent her a glare. Wasn’t like she cared much anymore, she was too tired to figure out how to get her legs to work at the moment. With a sigh, Addy pushed back her chair, winced as it scratched across the floor, and grudgingly stood. She dragged her feet down the aisles, with the heavy book tucked under her arm. Damn, why did these people write so much anyway? Adelaine was lucky if she could stay on one topic for twenty minutes, let alone a whole book. Reading it was just as gruesome.
Addy reached up to place the book back, but was soon assaulted by someone on the other side pushing their book in too far. Several of the books tumbled off the shelf, one such book smacking into Adelaine, and landed with a crash on the floor. Cursing, she looked up to glare at whoever did it, and found the person had already fled. The distinct sound of Offley’s irritated steps floated through the library, and Addy took that sound to be her cue to bolt. She shoved her book into its place and took off, running as quickly as she could out of the library.
It was a miracle that she didn’t trip on anything on her way to the common room. Even better yet, she hadn’t been yelled at by anyone. But, she started to breathe heavily, and her legs were starting to feel like someone had set them ablaze. Addy slowed down to a walk, and placed her hands behind her head to try to catch her breath. “Woo! That was certainly a work out.” Lucky for her, she was already near the common room. Just a few more steps and she would be at the painting that would let her in to the oh-so-wonderful place that held her bed.
But, there was a problem. As Adelaine reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, the lady in the portrait seemed to grow more irritated. And, as Addy uttered the password, she looked utterly deranged from whatever type of anger was holding her. The Lady let out an enraged shriek at Adelaine, who stumbled back in fright. Her eyes widened, and she called out her sister’s name in a hesitant voice. There was no response, and Adelaine was half afraid that the Lady would jump out of the picture.
“Pruella get out here! This lady’s nuts!” Another enraged shriek flew from the Lady’s lips as Adelaine took another hasty step back. |
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Post by Prudence Russo on Sept 28, 2008 22:48:18 GMT
Was that girl deaf or something? Or maybe she'd walked away to get the stuff to actually make smores. Prue's stomach growled hopefully at that idea as she glanced up and around where she thought Addy was. Not there, what the heck? "Caleb!" She shouted in the direction of her brother who was sitting with a bunch of other seventh year guys and thinking he was so cool. "Have you seen Adds?" After giving her the 'stop being an annoying little sister' look, he just shook his head and went back to pretending she didn't exist. Typical brother, she ought to go over there and embarrass him. But now she was more concerned about the Addy voice that was apparently in her head.
Or so she thought. Because conveniently she heard it again, but this time it was much more explanatory. "What is she doing out there?" She grumbled, standing up with a yawn. If that girl was seriously going to drag her out of her half-sleep, it better be pretty important and not just that she forgot the password to get in. As an idea hit her, a sly grin crossed her face as she reached the portrait hole. Gripping the handle and opening it a bit, she opened it the rest of the way with a fierce kick that sent the door flying at Addy. It didn't hit her, of course, but hopefully it sent her a good scare. Prue didn't find that too unusual, and she had it coming for being such an idiot for whatever reason.
"You wouldn't happen to have a bag of marshmallows, would you?" She asked as she stepped outside the common room, trying to figure out who this 'crazy lady' was. And it didn't take long to figure out as she heard a ferocious scream that might have been words if the person weren't so angry. "Uhh..?" Prue lifted a brow skeptically but soon spotted it as the Fat Lady that was screaming and now swinging her door back shut.
"Go back to the Dungeons, vile Snakes!" She shrieked hysterically, even through the badge of Gryffindor was clearly on their robes.
Prue stepped back a few steps, quite frightened of the shade of red that her face was turning and glanced back to Addy. "I don't know why you have to always involve me in your illegal activities." She said sarcastically with a small frown before adding, "I don't think she's going to let us back in...?" |
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