Post by madamjoan on Oct 4, 2006 15:44:14 GMT
((Don't know if you want to keep it private or public, tell me if you want me to change it to public =p))
Carlin flumped onto the seat around the fountain that was working very quietly. It's beautiful arrangement of serpents, lions, badger and ravens all shooting all streams of water into the shallow bath below amused Carlin as she pulled out her time table. It was a very exciting year, or, at least, that's what most of the teachers had praised it to be. But to Carlin's eyes, it was another year to get through. A few new lessons didn't change that. She kept a weak smile on her face as she skimmed through Monday. Potions, Transfiguration, Double Divination. Oh, another day, another day, she thought, cheering herself up. After she came to Friday which seemed to be full of double lessons, she shoved it back into her bag and surveyed the courtyard. Pupils of all ages sat around doing a slection of things. From doing their homework to chatting with friends, they were all having fun. Well, except the homework people.
She brushed back her stray, frizzy hair and looked around patiently, waiting for something to pop out at her. But nothing surfaced. Instead, it was a normal Saturday morning and the sun was barely shining over Hogwarts that day. Carlin didn't mind though, she allowed every season to have it's lows and highs. Summer had beaches, sports and ice creams. And winter had Christmas, snow and woolly hats. But one would get you sun burnt and out of breath and the other would get you cold and, most Winters for Carlin at least, ill. So Carlin sat there quietly.
From only the boring adventures of others around her, she looked through her bag again, rummaging for inspiration. Finally, she came to a book she had to read for class. Which one? She couldn't remember. But after reading the title "Herbology: Stage Three" she took a wild guess on the fact it was for Herbology. She flicked through the pages with interest and finally came to the right passage.
Carlin liked Herbology far more than most of her friends thought she should. She knew it was a commonly "Hufflepuff" subject but she couldn't seem to get the hang of disliking it, or thinking it stupid. So she poured herself into the book, grappeling with the old fashioned language as she went. As from that moment, the only other sound she heard from her was her laugh when she read, for the first time, the common London slang word for a Flobberworm: HigglePiggle
Carlin flumped onto the seat around the fountain that was working very quietly. It's beautiful arrangement of serpents, lions, badger and ravens all shooting all streams of water into the shallow bath below amused Carlin as she pulled out her time table. It was a very exciting year, or, at least, that's what most of the teachers had praised it to be. But to Carlin's eyes, it was another year to get through. A few new lessons didn't change that. She kept a weak smile on her face as she skimmed through Monday. Potions, Transfiguration, Double Divination. Oh, another day, another day, she thought, cheering herself up. After she came to Friday which seemed to be full of double lessons, she shoved it back into her bag and surveyed the courtyard. Pupils of all ages sat around doing a slection of things. From doing their homework to chatting with friends, they were all having fun. Well, except the homework people.
She brushed back her stray, frizzy hair and looked around patiently, waiting for something to pop out at her. But nothing surfaced. Instead, it was a normal Saturday morning and the sun was barely shining over Hogwarts that day. Carlin didn't mind though, she allowed every season to have it's lows and highs. Summer had beaches, sports and ice creams. And winter had Christmas, snow and woolly hats. But one would get you sun burnt and out of breath and the other would get you cold and, most Winters for Carlin at least, ill. So Carlin sat there quietly.
From only the boring adventures of others around her, she looked through her bag again, rummaging for inspiration. Finally, she came to a book she had to read for class. Which one? She couldn't remember. But after reading the title "Herbology: Stage Three" she took a wild guess on the fact it was for Herbology. She flicked through the pages with interest and finally came to the right passage.
Carlin liked Herbology far more than most of her friends thought she should. She knew it was a commonly "Hufflepuff" subject but she couldn't seem to get the hang of disliking it, or thinking it stupid. So she poured herself into the book, grappeling with the old fashioned language as she went. As from that moment, the only other sound she heard from her was her laugh when she read, for the first time, the common London slang word for a Flobberworm: HigglePiggle