A Great Hall Evening (Cass)

[dawn]

tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick..... the main clock echoed through out the castle. It was evening. Most students were conversing the in the lounge, the courtyards, common rooms, or the Great Hall; and that was exactly where Dawn McGrogan was, the Great Hall. She sat in her school uniform; dress skirt, long black socks, dress white blouse, Slytherin vest, and Slytherin cloak. Her hair was down and slightly in her face. But Dawn could see perfectly on account of her silver frame glasses. Sitting with her legs crossed at the knee, Dawn sat working on a Charms essay. "Five yards long, he said. Size 8 quill, he ordered." Dawn murmered under her breath as she reviewed her two yards already written. Three books were already opened and turned to specific pages. They were placed along the table in good site of referance. Two extra size 8 quills sat at the ready next to a full jar of maroon ink. With a sigh, Dawn went on.

About fifth-teen minutes passed and Dawn still was no where near done. She was a huge fan of Charms, but loathed essays. She was content with demonstrations and what not, but writting out and describing why and how she thought was truely absurd. Scratching the partchment, her ink on her quill seemed to run low. Dipping her quill into her jar she left it there as she took out her wand. A mug of hot chocolate appeared steamy and perfect. Pocketing her wand, she picked up the mug and took a sip. the tention in her shoulders seemed to soften as the warmth from the liquid caressed her insides. Setting the mug carefully on the table- away from her work- she steadily went on. Picking up her quill she tapped it thrice times and kept on writting with a soft cursive stroke from her wrist.

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

" How dare she?" Cass was talking to herself as she fumed about her recent visit to Hogsmeade. How did Slytherins get away with being so vile? So rude? So thoughtless? Her parents had never taught her to be like that, and it still floored her that people thought it was acceptable to act that way in public. Cassandra walked through the front doors of the castle with a huge scowl on her face, thinking to herself. How would she get that horrible girl back? She so deserved to be taught a lesson? Walking by the open doors of the Great Hall, she saw the four large house tables in their usual positions.

Catching a spot of color, she actually saw the bag she had brought to breakfast lying in the floor. Sighing, she trudged into the Great Hall without a word. Cass heard faint scribbling and saw none other than Dawn McGrogan immersed into some kind of work. Not wanting to attract any undue attention, she put her head down and retrieved her bag. She had almost made it out of the hall when she heard the familiar sound of books spilling out of her bag. Biting her lip, she looked down at the mess and begin to clean it up hurriedly.

[dawn]

Enthralled in her work, Dawn skimmed one of her text books and wrote another sentance down, and again- she scribbled something down after looking at her book. Placing her quill into her ink jar, she pushed her glasses back a little farther so they would be in place, again. Running her hands through her hair she sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. "Why so long?" she questioned herself outloud, as she picked up her quill once more and started writting again. A few moments later, Dawn heard something fall to her left side. Taking her eyes off of her parchment she glanced up a few yards. A Gryffindor, who was related to Pyro dropped something. She was a pureblood, Dawn was fully aware but she could retain herself as she looked at the girl fret over the mess. Slyfully grinning, Dawn shook her head and a little laugh spilt from her throat.

"Use your wand." She commented flatly, as Dawn turned her head back to her parchement

((sorry so short.))