Post by Danelle Gregory H6 on Feb 28, 2009 7:56:15 GMT
It was sunny today and Danelle was ecstatic about it. She had donned a pair of white Bermuda shorts, sandals, a yellow t-shirt, and a white jean jacket for her trip to Hogsmeade for that afternoon. Over her intense brown eyes were white sunglasses that were big enough to hide a dinosaur's eyes, and she loved them. Her hair, which was all brown today, was down and curly and over all…Danelle looked quite cute. She had taken time with her appearance, not really wondering why but just following her urge to dress nicely and look cute. She wasn't letting her butt hang out like some girls she knew would, but she looked cute, even pretty, and she would admit it for once. Her security normally wasn't so good, in fact, it was usually rather terrible. She didn't think too highly of herself, because she hadn't ever been told there was something to think highly of. But today, her confidence was up there and she was embracing it. It put a bounce in her step and a happy smile on her face.
She walked down the street, a yellow bag over her shoulders, the sun beating down on her mildly, and her mind on many different things at once. It was on her classes, and how she really needed to buckle down and work on her class work (which was why she had a few books in her bag – shrunken of course, she couldn't fit full sized books into her bag if she tried). It was on Ephraim and how she hadn't seen him since that cold day on the grounds, and how sad she was about that, and how absolutely absurd of her it was to be sad over such a thing. It was on her father, and how he was just a huge jerk and how she wished she was free of him for good. It was on the weather and how it seemed to be completely bipolar. And finally, it was on the idea of getting a nice cold cup of butterbeer and how marvelous that sounded. Perhaps she could even get some form of studying done.
With that thought implanted, Danelle headed toward the Three Broomsticks, where she went inside and ordered a cool butterbeer (it really was remarkable how it could be a great cold and hot drink for the appropriate seasons), and then went back outside to sip it at one of the tables placed strategically away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd. She set her bag into one of the three empty chairs beside her and then pulled out her small Transfiguration book. She hadn't really been paying attention in class, so she had figured she would start keeping up on the text and taking notes from it. Danelle wasn't quite sure what kind of learner she was, but she figured she would learn through process of elimination. She enlarged her book and pulled out a roll of parchment and a quill, setting them all nice and neat in front of her on the table. Then, shoving her sunglasses atop her head, she dipped the quill into the ink and began to paraphrase what she read.
She must have been at it for quite a while, because her tea was almost empty and the noise had died down considerably around her. Lunchtime was amongst the Hogsmeade visitors and so many had scrambled indoors to the Three Broomsticks or Madam Puddifoot's or the even danker Hog's Head. Few went home to their cottages and cooked, and others apparated to their favourite wizarding restaurant in say China or Japan. Danelle wasn't hungry, but she was getting a cramp in her hand. Regardless, she pushed herself to finish this chapter, and she would have, too, if someone hadn't sat down in one of the empty seats and drawn her attention elsewhere.
She walked down the street, a yellow bag over her shoulders, the sun beating down on her mildly, and her mind on many different things at once. It was on her classes, and how she really needed to buckle down and work on her class work (which was why she had a few books in her bag – shrunken of course, she couldn't fit full sized books into her bag if she tried). It was on Ephraim and how she hadn't seen him since that cold day on the grounds, and how sad she was about that, and how absolutely absurd of her it was to be sad over such a thing. It was on her father, and how he was just a huge jerk and how she wished she was free of him for good. It was on the weather and how it seemed to be completely bipolar. And finally, it was on the idea of getting a nice cold cup of butterbeer and how marvelous that sounded. Perhaps she could even get some form of studying done.
With that thought implanted, Danelle headed toward the Three Broomsticks, where she went inside and ordered a cool butterbeer (it really was remarkable how it could be a great cold and hot drink for the appropriate seasons), and then went back outside to sip it at one of the tables placed strategically away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd. She set her bag into one of the three empty chairs beside her and then pulled out her small Transfiguration book. She hadn't really been paying attention in class, so she had figured she would start keeping up on the text and taking notes from it. Danelle wasn't quite sure what kind of learner she was, but she figured she would learn through process of elimination. She enlarged her book and pulled out a roll of parchment and a quill, setting them all nice and neat in front of her on the table. Then, shoving her sunglasses atop her head, she dipped the quill into the ink and began to paraphrase what she read.
She must have been at it for quite a while, because her tea was almost empty and the noise had died down considerably around her. Lunchtime was amongst the Hogsmeade visitors and so many had scrambled indoors to the Three Broomsticks or Madam Puddifoot's or the even danker Hog's Head. Few went home to their cottages and cooked, and others apparated to their favourite wizarding restaurant in say China or Japan. Danelle wasn't hungry, but she was getting a cramp in her hand. Regardless, she pushed herself to finish this chapter, and she would have, too, if someone hadn't sat down in one of the empty seats and drawn her attention elsewhere.
