Just Killing Time! ^_^* ((Everyone))

[anishi211]

Anishi sits down by the fireplace, exhausted.

“Just when I thought that being fresh meat in a new (muggle) school was tougher...”

It’s not that she had a hard time finding friends, she just has a hard time getting used to all of this magical stuff that only existed through the fantasy manga books she read. Everything came too fast for her the moment her father told her that he was a full-blooded warlock in hiding from....well....

“What was his name again? Holewart? Volvo-heart? Oh, who cares? He’s probably a loser.” ;D

She leans against the chair in pain after dropping her heavy knapp sack and wand on the floor. She had a couple of bruises and small scars on her arms and face and her uniform, smeared with dirt lines and sand smudges. Anishi takes off her scarf, fully loosens her neck tie and unbuttons her collar to better her breathing.

“My goodness, this would have been a good time to listen to my CD player.”

Well, her CD player along with a stack of CDs and her small laptop is bolted shut on her bed-chest in the Ravenclaw common room, but after hearing that any form of muggle technologies won’t work in this world due to interference of magic, she felt like she was a girl from the future visiting the middle ages.

Despite the adjusting, the bratty and self-centered “full-bloods” and some 2nd year idiots who think first-years are little things to tease, she loved Hogwarts. The headmaster is a kind man, she can always look up to him for any questions. Even though she was having a rough time adapting, she is also doing something that her heart most desired intellectually; Exploring and discovering. Igniting the magical powers she never knew she can posses or investigating her ancestral lines.

But right now, tired and in pain, she needs to focus her immediate attention on how she can survive for the next day without being found paralyzed in pain on her bed.

[jess4ever]

Rachel wandered into the Student Lounge, rubbing her temples. Why did she always have to complicate things? First, with her parents and now with her best friend. Sighing, she sat down on one of the chairs near the fire and stared into space. She wanted to tell Richard, but what would that achieve? Nothing. And Patrica would hate her forever. She watched the flames dance around the fireplace, and tried to relax. Spotting a younger girl sitting close to her, Rachel gave her a small smile. Then she spotted the bruises and cuts, and felt her eyes widen. Hoping this girl wasn't another Patrica, she leant forward.
"Are you OK?" Her voice was full of concern, she pointed to the bruises, and Rachel hoped she wasn't intruding. She knew how sensitive Patrica was, and just hoped it was because this girl liked Quiddich.

[anishi211]

Anishi slightly turns her head to the student next to her. The girl’s robes hint that she’s under the house of Slytherin. She looked young but Anishi knew immediately that she’s at least a couple of years ahead of her due to the girl’s uniform’s details differing from both the 1st and 2nd year robes.

Anishi gives her a light smile as she sees her pointing to her bruises.

“I wish I could say that I am. But tell me,” she groans softly as she turns herself to the girl. “Do broomsticks have issues with people who are afraid of heights? Especially to first years?” Anishi says sarcastically with a hint of a joke.

Right now, Anishi wished that it was a joke, because she’s going to have Professor Hootch again tomorrow for class. Keeping her mind away from her horrible experience, she focuses on the Slytherin student.

“Anyway how rude of me, I’m Anishi Zalendire. One of many Ravenclaw’s fresh meats!”

She painfully, yet gently, takes out her hand to the Slytherin student in a friendly fashion as she smiles with bright eyes.

[jess4ever]

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at how uptight she was. Taking the girl's hand, she shook it happily.
"In my opinion yes, broomsticks do have issues with people who are scared of heights. My first year flying classes were horrible, I was so scared, but had to pretend I wasn't," she said, grinning at the memory.
"And I'm Rachel. Rachel Mason. It's really nice to meet you, Anishi. I'm a third year Slytherin, if you hadn't picked up," Rachel joked. Stretching out on her chair, she turned back to Anishi.
"So tell me, Anishi, other than flying, what else have you been doing lately?" She asked, leaning back in her chair in contentment.

[anishi211]

“Mmm,”

Trying to think away from the painful concussion that was caused by her broomstick, Anishi tries to remember what happened before that. After a while she chuckles.

“Well, let me see. I have found, Defense Against the Dark Arts, very interesting. Ridiculizing the Bogart was fun until one stupid Gryffindor student thought it was funny to pretend to be afraid of forest trolls.”

Anishi remembered how realistic the “Bogart-troll” was. Anishi explained how the poor student realized that it wasn’t a joke anymore. He tried to point his wand and say ‘ridiculous’ to the Bogart, but in its troll shape it started to bash everything in site and made him and the children scream instead. Good thing that the professor was there to stop it before it squished Anishi and her class of terrified students.

As she leans against her chair, she looks up at the ceiling. “And then there was Ancient Runes. Man, that class felt like it took FOREVER! I don’t think that I understood the professor’s lecture.” Anishi then turns her head to Rachel. “How about you?" She says while giving off a small smirk.

[jess4ever]

Rachel listened, giving a small smile at Anishi's stories.
"Sounds fun," she said laughing. Then, she rolled her eyes.
"Me? Only every possible personal problem in the universe," she joked, before realising Anishi probably had no idea what she was talking about. Grimacing, she turned to the younger student.
"I mean, nothing too interesting," she joked. Glancing around the room, she admired how the fire created shadows that danced across the walls. Lost in thought for a moment, she snapped back into reality.
"Anyway, what are you doing tomorrow?" She asked conversationally.