So... Tired... ((Ingy))

[nathaniel]

Nathaniel stumbled into the library, his school bag slung over his shoulder. The boy staggered across the room and plopped himself into a chair with a great sigh of relief. He had been that way all day. He supposed he didn't have much sleep last night... Probably served him right for staying up until 4:00 A.M. reading muggle comic books, when he had to get up and get ready for school somewhere around 8:00 A.M. He also guessed that it probably didn't help that he had stayed up rather late the night before. He had surprisingly done pretty good all morning, as for staying awake in class and at least trying to pay attention as his eyelids slowly slid shut. It was just toward the end of the school day that he started to get the way that he currently was in.

Getting back to the matter on hands, he was meant to be studying for a Transfiguration exam coming up that was going to be the next day... and Nathaniel hadn't exactly looked over the books or his notes very much, through the week or so that they were meant to be studying every night...

Nathaniel shrugged as he took his book and the millions of pieces of parchment that he had written his notes down on, and placed them in front of him. As his eyes scanned the pages, he began to get more and more tired... He had now learned that forcing himself to stay awake wasn't one of his best qualities. His eyelids slowly started to slide shut, but he quickly jerked his head backward, trying to wake himself up more. What he really wanted more than anything was to just curl up in his bed and sleep the rest of the day and night away... but he knew that he couldn't do that. The exam was far too important and his grades had been dropping in that particular subject, anyway.

He opened the book again, and began scanning the pages just as he had done a few minutes before. As his eyes moved back and forth, he (again) began to get more and more tired. Finally, giving in to the sleep, he let his head drop onto the book, which was sitting peacefully on the table in front of him, eyes closed.

((Meh, I'm tired myself and I couldn't think of anything else. Sorry that it's not the best as I can do... I don't write as well when I'm tired... ))

[Ingrid Lewis H4]

"Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack, all dressed in black black black, with silver buttons buttons buttons, all down her back back back. She asked her mother mother mother, for fifty cents cents cents. To see the elephants elephants elephants, jump over the fence fence fence. They jumped so high high high, they reached the sky sky sky, and didn't come back back back, until the fourth of july-ly-ly. They jumpsed so low low low, they stubbed there toe-oh-oh. And that was the end end end of the elephant show show show!" Ingrid skipped through the corridors of Hogwarts singing the handclap song obnoxiously, but beautifully. She was in her normal happy mood today, and that just made the day that much better.

Though she needed to study, terribly - she had exams fairly soon and Ingrid wanted to do well on them - which meant studying. No matter how much she loathed it. Though she was very good at schoolwork, and had tricks for studying (after all she was a very tricksy girl), she didn't like the fact that going to school here meant exams. And it also meant she had to act grown up. Who wanted to act grown up anyway? Yes, she was eleven, but that did not mean she had to act like she was turning 30 - did it? No. She wanted to live life. Maybe, yes, she would grow up as she grew, but being only an eleven year old - Ingrid saw life as a technicolour broadway show.

She made her way to the library, her rucksack on her shoulders. Going to the library meant having to stop singing - but that didn't mean she couldn't sing it in her head. Ingrid grinned mischeviously, hah beat that Madame Pince! She opened the door and slipped in, hardly noticed by any of the older students. She stood on her tippy toes and looked around - spotting Nattie at a table "studying." Ingrid got on all fours, and crawled over toward his table. Then she hid underneath it and sat there for a moment - when she was satisfied that he didn't notice her, she popped her head out from underneath the table; a large grin on her face, "Nattie bo battie, fee fy fo fattie, Nattie!" She sat down next to him and grinned, "What you doing?" She pulled out the 'oo' in 'doing.'