Boring Day for Writing ((Branden))

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Amelia winced as her hand protested to anymore writing. She set down her quill and slowly massaged her palm, glaring at the interruption of her writing. She picked up her quill again and tried to begin writing once more, but her hand screamed with pain. Danggit! Amelia cursed in her head, stupid Writer's Cramp... She sighed, setting her quill down on her notebook and leaned back in the uncomfortable chair. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, and her wavy died brown hair falling down the back of the chair. It was something new, her hair. Only a week before her hair had been caramel blond... but now? Dark reddish brown with thick waves. She absently began running her fingers through her hair, still cascading down the back of the chair.

The Common Room was empty. A few students passing through on their way outside. The air was warm, the sun was shining, not a cloud in sight. And yet here she was, writing away at her almost finished story. It was amazing. It took her all year to write and it was almost done. Anticipated excitement ran through her skin, making it tingle. She desperately wanted to write, to finish it once and for all, but her body was screaming in disapproval. Her back ached from being hunched over the parchment, her hands hurt from writing so much and her eyes were a bit itchy from staring at a piece of paper for so long. She sighed, sitting up straight once more. She glanced at her notebook. It was huge. She had written so much that she had to stick more parchment into it. She smiled, running a finger over the dried ink. With a disappointed sigh (more to wards her aching body than anything else) and closed the notebook.

With a great sigh, Amelia's arms reached upward for a long graceful and rewarding stretch. Her back arched and her toes clenched. Her arms reaching for the ceiling. As she stretched a voice behind her made her jump.

[Branden Davis G6]

Another wonderful day at Hogwarts. Beautiful weather and everyone in a good mood. Branden practically bounced up the steps after lunch. Plus, he had the whole afternoon free. Well, not quite, he was supposed to be revising for his OWLs, but who actually wanted to do that? Oh no, it was too nice a day to stay cooped up studying. And Branden could never commit himself to study outside, nobody ever saw Branden study, or do any work in fact, that’s how he liked it. It was too hard to entertain others while you yourself were being boring. And there was little in the world Branden enjoyed more than entertaining people. Oh no, he would not study today. Besides, Branden would get fine marks even if he didn’t study, somehow it all just clicked for him with little to no effort. He realised he was developing bad habits that would probably hurt him come NEWTs but… what did it matter to him? He had the afternoon off.

“Hollow” he announced to the fat lady before climbing into the common room. Looking around he noticed there was only one occupant. Looking from behind he wasn’t quite sure who it was for a moment until she stretched out like a cat and he remember that Amelia had changed her hair the week before. After having seen her as a blond for so many years he was still getting used to seeing her with darker hair, but it suit her somehow too.

Coming up and sitting in a chair near her he saw her jump, apparently at the guy who had just came in the portrait hole talking. “A little jumpy are we?” Branden teased before sitting back relaxing in his chair. “What have you been doing that has you so engrossed as to jump at voices?” he asked looking curiously toward the notebook she had.

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Amelia's head whipped around to look at Branden, a fellow Fifth year. Her hair swinging over to hit her cheek. She smiled, relieved, not really knowing why she was relieved. At least she knew him. She turned in her seat to look at him better, still smiling that friendly smile.

"Maybe a bit..." She answered to his question about being jumpy. After all she had been relaxed and the sound of someone speaking so suddenly had caught her off guard. The he asked why she was so jumpy, well he more asked what she was so concentrated on that made her so jumpy. That made her laugh a bit.

"Well, a good writer always concentrates hard on her stories." She smiled, teasing a bit. He was in good spirits as usual. It was weird, she had been in the same house with Branden for five years, going to classes together, eating at the same table in the Great Hall, and yet... she had never really got to know him. Maybe it was time for a change.

"So, Branden," she started, off-handedly, "Why aren't you outside, soaking up the sun? Instead of being cooped up in here?"

((Sorry it's so short... I'm a bit out of it today))

[Branden Davis G6]

Branden eyed the notebook a bit more carefully when Amelia mentioned being a writer, that was interesting, he hadn’t known. She was probably quite good, she always seemed like an interesting girl, but he couldn’t exactly ask to read it outright. They didn’t really know each other well enough for him to ask to read it, she really had no reason to trust him. Of course, a good Gryffindor is trustworthy, but how was she to know he was a good Gryffindor? At that, how did he know he was a good Gryffindor? But then, Gryffindor was his home, where he belonged, he liked the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs okay, but he was a true Gryffindor. Strong, brave, trustworthy, and plenty of fun. Well, he thought he was fun at least, but then again that wasn’t really part of being a Gryffindor, there were a few Gryffindor’s at least that didn’t fill that capacity. But, Branden strongly believed, they simply didn’t have the right encouragement. Anyone, anyone in the world, could be fun if only put in the right circumstances for them, and if they let themselves go. That was something Branden was awful good at, letting himself go for a laugh. But even if she knew all that Branden doubted Amelia would want him pawing her writing.

“Why am I not outside?” Branden repeated, musing “well… I suppose I haven’t gotten there yet… maybe. Or perhaps I won’t even head there at all. I am taking the afternoon off, bunking off studying really, so I can do anything I please. Maybe I’ll go outside; maybe I won’t. I am just drifting around really, I’ll see where I end up. And right now I am here with you, and quite frankly, this is where I want to be much more than outside. Unless you don’t want me, of course, then I will just flop off the tower, I only ask that you cross your fingers for me to land on something soft. I could ask you the same thing though. Surely your notebook, muse, and pencil travel out into the sun?”

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Amelia smiled a bit as Brandon answered her question. That was a great way to go about life... Do whatever you feel like, when you feel like doing it! She wished she could do that... Be free like that. Then she laughed when he said he would flop off the tower if she didn't want him to be there. Was he flirting? No... must be joking around, but Amelia's "boy crazy" mind couldn't help but hope someone wanted her as a girlfriend. She smiled at him though, her eyes twinkling.

"I suppose they would..." she said, referring to her notebook, muse, and pencil. She laughed again. "No, Brandon, you can stay here. I don't want to flying off the top of the tower. How could I put that on my conscious?" She smiled, jokingly, again.

"Well, it sounds like a very nice day. I wish I could just do that. Wander around like so. But, alas, I must finish my book!" At that she glanced down at her book with an affectionate smile. This book was her passion, her life. And she almost done! A strange thought appeared to her and she looked, sideways almost suspiciously, at Brandon.

"You want to read it?" She said in a voice that matched the look she was giving him.