Post by Allison Edwin G4 on Apr 27, 2009 1:56:51 GMT
Allie was surprised at the amount of homework she was given by her professors today. As she stumbled into the dormitory carrying enough books and supplies for an entire class, she threw everything onto her bed, letting her weary body follow suit. Sighing, she remained motionless and simply stared at the ceiling, not thinking of anything but how late she was going to be up tonight studying and writing essays. Teachers had been piling students with loads and loads of work this week in order to prepare them for the OWLS she would be taking next year. Allie, frankly, didn’t understand why they couldn’t just wait until next year to start cramming everything in instead of making her fourth year just as equally stressful. She looked over at her books, then at her watch, then back at her books again. Would she hate herself in the morning if she procrastinated for a little while longer? Probably.
Allie remembered her first year at Hogwarts. Every night she would be close to tears because she never understood how to do her homework. Being the daughter of two muggles and never even knowing that such a magical world existed until a year before she was sent off to Hogwarts, Allie was like a newborn baby when she came to the castle. She would do everything in her power to try and understand every little detail her professors said in class, but she never got the hang of listening to a ghost talk about wars between goblins and wizards or watch her transfiguration teacher turn into a cat every five sentences she said. It was all so new to her that she never really got the hang of magic itself at all her first year.
Now, however, Allie was getting much better at believing it all, although now her problem was just to get the work done. She understood her assignments and had all of her supplies ready, but she simply just did not feel like doing anything. This often happened with Allie, and then the next day in class when she was asked to read her essay that was literally written five minutes beforehand, she’d feel stupid and embarrassed. She always managed to pass, though, and with that thought, Allie rolled off her bed, slipped a pair of shoes on, and made her way into the Gryffindor common room. When she sat down by the fire, she found that she had been followed by her kitten, Gus. “Hey, kitty.” She reached out to pet him as he jumped onto her lap. He cuddled closely to her and purred, swishing his tail back and forth as Allie ran her fingers through his fur.
The clock chimed eight o’clock, and Allie felt not the least bit tired. She wished she had some coffee and wondered whether they even had it here at Hogwarts, because she had never seen anybody drink it before. Shrugging to herself, she stared into the fire, trying to think of something else to do so she’d have a somewhat reasonable excuse to not do her homework. Her mind was completely burnt out from a hard day’s work, and Allie hoped that maybe somebody else would be just as bored as she was and keep her company, perhaps even offer a suggestion as to what else they could do to pass the night.
Allie remembered her first year at Hogwarts. Every night she would be close to tears because she never understood how to do her homework. Being the daughter of two muggles and never even knowing that such a magical world existed until a year before she was sent off to Hogwarts, Allie was like a newborn baby when she came to the castle. She would do everything in her power to try and understand every little detail her professors said in class, but she never got the hang of listening to a ghost talk about wars between goblins and wizards or watch her transfiguration teacher turn into a cat every five sentences she said. It was all so new to her that she never really got the hang of magic itself at all her first year.
Now, however, Allie was getting much better at believing it all, although now her problem was just to get the work done. She understood her assignments and had all of her supplies ready, but she simply just did not feel like doing anything. This often happened with Allie, and then the next day in class when she was asked to read her essay that was literally written five minutes beforehand, she’d feel stupid and embarrassed. She always managed to pass, though, and with that thought, Allie rolled off her bed, slipped a pair of shoes on, and made her way into the Gryffindor common room. When she sat down by the fire, she found that she had been followed by her kitten, Gus. “Hey, kitty.” She reached out to pet him as he jumped onto her lap. He cuddled closely to her and purred, swishing his tail back and forth as Allie ran her fingers through his fur.
The clock chimed eight o’clock, and Allie felt not the least bit tired. She wished she had some coffee and wondered whether they even had it here at Hogwarts, because she had never seen anybody drink it before. Shrugging to herself, she stared into the fire, trying to think of something else to do so she’d have a somewhat reasonable excuse to not do her homework. Her mind was completely burnt out from a hard day’s work, and Allie hoped that maybe somebody else would be just as bored as she was and keep her company, perhaps even offer a suggestion as to what else they could do to pass the night.
