Tiresome Day (Jill, Ginny, and Emily)

[lissa]

"Hurry up now, get up!" The old witch's voice filled the room. Geez. Camille thought bringing her mind out of a nighttime dream land. She was still so tired and getting up was the last thing she felt like doing. "Come on now, no time to dittle dally." The raggy voice persisted in a taunting manner. "Shut up." Camille beaconed. Her first reaction was to grab her wand. Her eyes were still closed, but she had managed to pull the covers above her head. She pointed it straight towards the plastic concoction which was an witch alarm clock. "No, now be polite!" The old hag called. "Bye bye now." Camille said through the screeches. With a flick of her wand the device turned off. It was a gift from Van, Camille's father. The old women's voice greeted her noisily each morning getting on Camille's ever lasting nerves. Van had always thought the thing was funny. Camille didn't have the same outlook, but she did understand her father's loving, crazy humor. With that, Camille knew she was too much awake to sleep for a few for minutes. She pulled the covers over her head and stepped from the sheets. Through the window she could tell the grounds didn't seem as icy and cold as normal. The weather was getting a bit warmer, but not much as it still was winter. However, February was drawing to a close much to Camille's delight. She loved spring and the colors it brought. Winter was just plane and cold. The changing of the seasons made Camille want the process to occur much faster, but she was glad things were changing a wee bit.

Camille's next task was to get ready for the day. It was Friday, much to her happiness. Fridays meant no more classes and teachers for at least a few days. Camille did understand the need for classes and she did to pretty well in them, but still she always had that rebellious voice in her head wanting her to have a bit of fun. Camille usually resisted it not wanting to seem like someone obsessed with fun and nothing else. But, every now and then she had to let the urge come. Camille reached tiredly for her Gryffindor robes and pulled the over her head. She adjusted her skirt a bit and pulled her socks on over her toes. Camille then made her way over to the mirror. She did care about her appearance, but not too much. Her mother was often quite rude about it, actually. But, sense when did Camille's mother care? In Camille's mind that answer had always been never. She looked at her hair, which had been cleaned the night before, and took her wand out of her pocket. It was flat, like always. Camille much preferred her hair to have a slight bounce to it. She flicked her wand and watched the wave appear in her deep maroon, red hair. She then used her wand to apply a small amount of make-up. The light gold eye shadow shade lightened up her eyes. With that, Camille was finished. She grabbed her gold bag and put on her shoes. Camille then headed out the door.

The walk to her first class after breakfast had been a tiring one as she was a bit tired. In Camille's mind, Hogwarts would be better without Friday classes, but of course she was just criticizing things as usual. It was an old habit for her that had been passed from her mother. She didn't mean to do it, it just came naturally. Camille actually loved Hogwarts and the people, it just didn't appear that way sometimes. After her first class, Camille was fully awake and a bit happier. She did like her NEWTS Transfiguration Class as the subject had fascinated her since her first year at Hogwarts. She was amazed to transform things and like the possibility to transform herself when she became older. Of course, that process took years and Camille wouldn't even think of starting it until she graduated Hogwarts. The rest of the day went just like all others. Each class was interrupted by a few magical mishaps and points were added and taken from the houses. When classes were over, Camille felt relived. However, she still had a load of homework to finish. She didn't even venture back to her dorm after her last class session. She made her way straight to the Student Lounge hoping to finish she work before the weekend fun started. However, when she arrived, the room was already crowded. Camille gave a slight frown slowly making her way towards a work table near a window. There were a few first and second years around and a few NEWTS students as well, but most of the room was inhabited by fourth and fifth years. Camille just sighed sitting at a table and taking out her work. Suddenly, a few rude first years ran right into her chair. Not really in the mood to be too upset, Camille just sighed. "Your forgiven." She said calmly. "I wasn't going to apologize." The boy said. "Fine then." She said as he stuck his tongue at her and ran away. "Slytherins." Camille sighed. She then opened her textbook and began reading a chapter so she could write an essay.

[jillian]

There was always something about HoM that made Jill sleepy. Maybe it was Professor Binns voice, yeah, that could most definitely be it. Jill sat at her desk, her head propped up with her right hand which in turn was propped up by her elbow resting on the desk. That support was the only reason why she hadn't fallen asleep on the desk right then and there. She looked at her watch. Five minutes until her free hour. She yawned an enthusiastic reply and waited until Professor Binns realized he was close to ending his class. Why had she taken History of Magic this year? Jill couldn't quite remember, but she knew it wasn't her idea. It had to be someone elses. It just had to. They were dismissed minutes later and Jill was the first one out as usual.

It wasn't that Jill didn't like classes. Well, actually, it was. But she went to them, she got good grades, and she payed attention to classes she liked. She didn't like the stuffiness of the classrooms. The only classroom she can remotely stand would be Charms, and even then she got a bit claustrophobic. She didn't like how many students were crammed into a room, it wasn't roomy enough for her. Jill made her way down the hallways, passing Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and a few fellow Gryffindors. Some older, some younger. Finally, she came to the portrait of the Fat Lady and spoke the password, gaining access to the common room. This was just as crowded as the classrooms were, hence her not spending time in here to study or read or anything. All that time was spent in the Student Lounge. When Jill did go through the common room, it was either to go to classes, or go to her dorm. Right now it was the latter.

She sped through the crowd of Gryffs who were conversing right in the middle of the room. She hated that. It clogged everything up. But, somehow she got through and made her way up to the seventh year girl's dormitories. She opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind her again. The dorm was set up like everyone elses. A circular room with a heater in the middle. Upon first glance, someone could definitely tell which bed was Jill's. It was the least bit clean. There were outfit choices thrown over the four poster, there were shoes strewn all over the ground around the feet of the bed, and make up was cluttering the nightstand that stood beside it. She wasn't exactly neat.

With a sigh, Jill took off her black leather boots she had been wearing with her uniform, and placed those next to a pair of neon green strappy heels - just in case. In case of what, she wasn't sure, but just in case was always good enough to buy new shoes. She took off her robes, and started unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped that off and then slid a white tank top on over her tan skin. She unclipped her skirt and slid that off as well, before pulling on a pair of jeans. She wasn't done yet. Jill grabbed a jean jacket and slid that on over her shoulders and then sat down on her bed, pulling at her hair and twisting it this way and that until it was a messy twist. She grabbed her bookbag again and then left the dorm, her bed a complete and total mess.

Moments later she appeared at the Student Lounge, hoping that it wouldn't be as crowded as the common room. She opened the door and sighed with relief. It wasn't too crowded, but if it got too crowded she could always move to the library. Jill closed the door behind her and made her way around the room, looking for an open spot with someone she recognized. And she did recognize someone. Camille something or other. She was in a year below, Jill but she was a NEWT either way. Jill slid her bag down on the ground and her body into a chair next to it, while smiling at Camille; "This seat taken?"

[lissa]

Words clouded her mind as Camille read. It was very boring actually. The words didn't seem to stick in her mind, but fall right off. They just didn't make sense to her at the moment. The words just came and left her mind as she just thought about random things and not the material she was reading. When would she ever need to turn a butterfly into a feather? That Camille would never understand. She liked Transfiguration, but some of it seemed useless to her and her life. She just wanted to get her studies over with to have some fun, but since when are weekends in the Gryffindor Tower even close to it? Camille could only recall a few times. Every Quidditch game of course, but Camille still didn't quite understand why people loved the sport. True, you could play it professionally and make a boat load of money, but you never really learned anything too useful. Camille knocked her head a few times trying to get into the homework mode, but it didn't seem to work.

People clambered making noises around the room. Some were studying while others plainly were not. Some fifth years cuddled lovingly in the corner while that Slytherin boy who bumped into Camille eyed her naughtily with his little friends. She rolled her eyes sharply again forcing her eyes towards her book. I will do this. She said to herself. That was all Camille needed to start her work as strange as that sounds. She was different from most people in the way of making herself do things. She did what she had to do when she had to do it. No excuses, Camille wouldn't let herself give in and become one of those hot headed Gryffindors people liked to talk about. The day that happened Camille would have truly lost herself in all respects. Her eyes focused on the page taking in the words. They seemed to fit in her mind as she read. The words took their places in their correct position. She gave a mysterious smile reading on and then started to write her thoughts down to get the essay over with.

Camille wrote and wrote. She became more tired by the second and she wasn't nearly done. Camille scratched her head now fighting the battle of sleep. It was all pretty silly and childish. She snapped her head a moment trying to go back to work. Suddenly, Camille heard someone speak to her. She lifted her head from its position looking at the owner of the words. For a second she thought it was some third year, but Camille was happy it was Jillian or Jill or whatever she went by. Camille was pretty sure it was Jill. Jill was a year ahead of her in classes, but she was a Gryffindor. Camille didn't know her too well, but she didn't seem like someone Camille would hate. Camille looked at her for a second listening to her words. "Not at all." She said nicely bringing forth a small smile.

"I'm glad your not another third year. They just can't get a clue." She joked a bit knowing it wasn't at all funny. But, that was Camille for you. She never really could explain why she said the things she said. They just came out and she could never seem to stop them. Camille actually would never try. She was who she was and Camille didn't really want to change that. Or did she? Camille looked at Jill nicely not really wanting to stop her from working on anything she needed to do. "Do you have work too? I just want to get mine over with so I can enjoy the weekend work free." She explained in her usual cool tone. Camille waiting for an answer.

[jillian]

"Yeah, clueless, but third years often prove themselves useful when you need some books carried. They're always trying to prove themselves to the upper years - even if the person is a Hufflepuff or Gryff." Jill replied as she looked around the student lounge. There weren't many people, but there was enough to make Jill feel claustrophobic if they all crowded around her. Some were studying, like Camille, others were playing Wizards Chess, was that Payton Moore?, and there were those who were showing too much PDA. She really didn't know why the Professors built the Student Lounge, they had to know what went on in there. Jill didn't much care for PDA, or relationships for that matter. Sure when she was younger she always dreamt about finding that knight in shining armour to take her away from her house, but when he never came she gave up on romance and, sadly, love.

Jill turned back to Camille as she asked a question; "When don't I have work, is the question. I think professor's take extra time to think of ways to torture students, it's like, an unwritten code or something." She switched her tone to a deep husky one, "Code 23543: Make students lives as miserable as possible. Good ideas on doing this are lots of homework, impossible projects, and failing grades." She let out a small laugh while rolling her eyes, but really it did seem as if that's all teachers were good for. Torturing students. Well, with an exception of some teachers; Professor Sprout was nice, as was Professor Hagrid. But just about everyone else had a nasty side. They piled on the homework and classwork and they made projects nearly impossible to pass, but hey, it was all in good luck.

"I have Divination, Charms, and Potions. Charms is my favourite class, so I'll have that done in a matter of seconds. But the other two? Um, not so lucky. Potions, well, it's wide known fact Snape hates Gryffs, and Divination is just a bit odd...even for me." Jill looked sideways at her bag before opening it up and pulling out the materials she needed. Potions, and Charms books, quills, parchment, ink, and a small tea cup and some tea leaves. Egh. She decided to start with Divination. "What do you think of this?" She asked, holding up the tea leaves, "Some joke or the real thing?" Personally, Jill thought it was some joke. Just things that you want to see instead of what you actually do see. It was hard to explain, but she didn't believe Divination in the least bit. When she had first heard of Divination she immediately thought of the scrapbook tucked away in her trunk, thinking maybe she could give Professor Trelawney some ideas for class lessons. But her first day of the class wasn't exactly amazing, nor awe inspiring.

Divination just turned out to be a twisted way of predicting. It wasn't anything to calm you down or to heal a wound, or to take the pain away from a broken heart. Her remedies might not be real but they do work. If your heart had just been shattered into a million and one pieces, makea cup of chamomile tea squeeze some lime and strawberry into it, and drink it after reciting some little words. If it was all nonsense, it was working nonsense. Unlike this nonsense, which was just that. Nonsense. Jill bit her lip as she pulled out her wand and pointed it at the cup; "Engorgio." She muttered. The cup grew to be life size. Perfect. See? Charms was useful nonsense. After that, she filled it with water, and then put the tea leaves into the cup. Swirled it around a couple of times, let the leaves sink to the bottom, and then drank it.

Every disgustin gulp of tea slid down her throat and then she had finished it off. When she was done she looked down at the patterns in the bottom and sighed; "I can never read these things. I don't memorize the symbols. So what I do is write them down, look them up before class starts, and then present them to Trelawney with a flourish. It's never failed me." Jill smiled at Camille and started to write down the descriptions of what she saw. Wonderful. Her quill moved over the parchment smoothly, why didn't they just use pens? It would be quicker. You wouldn't have to dip anything in the inkpot every five words.