Post by Layne F. Larkin on May 26, 2010 0:45:04 GMT -5
Layne was feeling rather bitchier than usual. Her day, it must be said, had been rather irritating. First, she'd been bored out of her mind. Then, she'd had a boy land on her (she hadn't entirely gotten over that, either). Following this, she'd been bored some more as she explored the inside of the castle. Finally, on her way to dinner, she'd been harassed by some jackass Ravenclaw. What the hell was with everyone today? Did everyone suddenly decide that today was the day to piss Layne off? She must have missed that owl.
Still, she was at last able to enjoy her dinner. She entered the feasting hall after replacing her wand in her back pocket. She hoped nobody would think it was funny to mess with her now. She just wasn't up to being her normal cheerful, bubbly self. She took a seat at the Slytherin table, alone, as usual. Fucking Birds were running the damn place. There wasn't anywhere that Layne went without seeing some goddamn punk-ass kid in blue, with that stupid ass eagle on their chest. Where the fuck were all the Slytherins? Or the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs for that matter?
After a moment, her food appeared. Yum, enchiladas. They'd better goddamn well be vegetarian. She had her suspicions about the cock-sucking house elves that worked here. She prodded the food with a fork, and cut it open. Good, just cheese, flour tortillas, and taco sauce. Now she would be spared the trouble of going down to the kitchens and explaining, again, that she didn't eat meat. With this small comfort, Layne began to to eat.32
Still, she was at last able to enjoy her dinner. She entered the feasting hall after replacing her wand in her back pocket. She hoped nobody would think it was funny to mess with her now. She just wasn't up to being her normal cheerful, bubbly self. She took a seat at the Slytherin table, alone, as usual. Fucking Birds were running the damn place. There wasn't anywhere that Layne went without seeing some goddamn punk-ass kid in blue, with that stupid ass eagle on their chest. Where the fuck were all the Slytherins? Or the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs for that matter?
After a moment, her food appeared. Yum, enchiladas. They'd better goddamn well be vegetarian. She had her suspicions about the cock-sucking house elves that worked here. She prodded the food with a fork, and cut it open. Good, just cheese, flour tortillas, and taco sauce. Now she would be spared the trouble of going down to the kitchens and explaining, again, that she didn't eat meat. With this small comfort, Layne began to to eat.32