It's That Kind of Day

[Riley Nichols]

Exhausted from a long day of classes, Riley relaxed against a non-violent tree with books scattered around her outstretched legs. There was just something enjoyable about her new perch, even with the impending loom of a mountain of homework trying to topple over her life. It sucked, but what else could she really do? Riley's oldest sister had warned her about the work that came with being a fifth year, the O.W.L.s at the end of the year used to scare students into stupors before the exams were even started. In her own opinion, it was all a bunch of bullocks, but again, what could she do about it? Things had been the way they were for years, it wasn't like the school board was about to change anything now, especially with her mother as a lucky school governor.

Glancing around at her surroundings Riley realized that everyone else outside was either older, or younger, than herself. Or at least she didn't recognize any as being from her classes. Were the pressures of the year already weighing on her peers? How sucky for everyone if that was the case, would that mean less parties this year?

Okay, she knew she was the kind of person to put herself out there as a stupid party princess most of the time, but she did care about her grades. The fact that a low grade could affect her entire life and what options she had in the future was a little scary. With her mum breathing down her neck to do her best, it made life that much more difficult at times, but she was totally spot on with this particular worry.

Setting a bit of parchment and her quill off to the side, Riley stared out at the others relaxing that afternoon, choosing to people watch instead of worry herself sick over the essay she was supposed to be writing. And as she sat there, eyes glazing over at the boring scene her eyes were taking in, one particular person made her burst out in laughter. What was she up to now?


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[Teagan Williams]

[/style][style=width:382; max-height:250; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px dashed #CE412F; text-align:justify; font-size:10; padding:5; background-color:F7F7F7;] BEING A SEVENTH YEAR WAS SUCH A RELIEF FOR TEAGAN. SHE HAD NEVER LIKED HOMEWORK OR SCHOOL AT ALL. SHE JUST ENJOYED MAGIC. AND SEVENTH YEARS BASICALLY HAD ONLY HANDS ON TRAINING, IT WAS A DREAM COME TRUE FOR TEAGAN. OR COURSE, SHE UNDERSTOOD THAT GETTING THE TECHNICAL AND THE BOOK WORK OVER WITH WAS GOOD AND MADE YOU A BETTER WIZARD, BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN SHE HAD TO LIKE IT.

THE GRYFFINDOR STRODE SILENTLY OUT OF THE COMMON ROOM, IGNORING ANYONE WHO TRIED TO COMMUNICATE WITH HER. AS MUCH AS SHE LIKED BEING THE CENTER OF ATTENTION, SHE DIDN'T WANT TO TALK RIGHT NOW. SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE SHE WAS GOING OR WHAT SHE WAS PLANNING ON DOING. SHE JUST NEEDED TO GET OUT OF THE CASTLE.

TEAGAN OFTEN HAD DAYS LIKE TODAY WHERE SHE WAS JUST ANTI SOCIAL AND DIDN'T WANT TO BE AROUND PEOPLE. SHE NEVER KNEW WHAT IT WAS, OR WHY SHE GOT LIKE THAT. SHE FIGURED IT WAS DAYS THAT SHE THOUGHT OF HER PARENTS. SHE HADN'T SPOKEN TO THEM SINCE HER THIRD YEAR WHEN THEY DECIDED THEY COULDN'T DEAL WITH A GRYFFINDOR DAUGHTER. BUT SHE HADN'T THOUGHT MUCH ABOUT IT LATELY. AS SHE STEPPED OUT THE OPEN DOORWAY TO THE LAWNS, SHE REALIZED WHAT IT WAS. TODAY WAS HER MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY.

SHE GLANCED UP, SURVEYING THE AREA TO FIND AN UNOCCUPIED TREE. IT WAS BUSY OUTSIDE, PROBABLY BECAUSE IT WAS THE WARMEST DAY THEY'D HAD YET. TEAGAN DIDN'T PARTICULARLY LIKE WARMTH EITHER. IT HAD OCCURED TO HER MULTIPLE TIMES THAT SHE WAS A RATHER NEGATIVE PERSON, BUT IT DIDN'T REALLY BOTHER HER. IF IT BOTHERED THOSE AROUND HER, IT DIDN'T MATTER TO HER.

SHE HAD BEEN VACANTLY STANDING IN THE DOORWAY, STILL SCANNING THE TERAIN FOR GOOD SPOTS TO SIT. SHE NOTICED SOMEONE SHE KNEW, THE ONE PERSON SHE WOULD EVER CONSIDER TALKING TO WHEN SHE WAS LIKE THIS. WALKING OVER TO RILEY, SHE STARTED TO SPEAK IN HER SIGNATURE SARCASTIC TONE. "DITCHING YOUR STUDIES, ARE YOU?"

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