Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Sept 26, 2009 10:01:50 GMT -5
God, she hated studying. Understanding of magic should just be instantaneous, right? And there was no need to study little impractical facts about spells as long as you could perform the actual spell decently, right?
Gwyneviere Pendragon hated her life right now.
She even had her luxurious raven hair pulled back into a low, charming pony-tail instead of letting it wisp freely around her face like the leaves of a seductive willow tree. Though she still wore makeup (who wouldn't?) and rather short jean shorts that showed off her thin extra-long weedy legs, her fingernails needed a manicure, her glimmering glossed lips frowned, and ink stains decorated the edges of her pristine well-lotioned fingers.
Gwyneviere Pendragon was studying right now.
She coolly turned a page in her advanced charms textbook and quietly began copying information into her notebook with her quill, flicking it sideways to change the color of ink here and there for organizational purposes.
This was her final year of school, and she had some important tests to study for. She could study well when she wanted to; but after her merely average OWL test scores (she did not bother studying for those), studying became nearly a life-or-death requirement because her mother did not appreciate her slacking off just because she was a privileged girl. This year was the year of the NEWTs, and she had to do well in her designated subjects.
Right now, the torture was charms.
"Dr. James P. Hugglesworth, a well-known inventor and practitioner of defensive charms, stumbled upon a spell for warding off Muggles while growing cowslip near a muggle village because of its fertile soil. Muggles would carelessly damage his herbs. Dr. Hugglesworth saw this and grew angrier day by day until he eventually put a curse to his plot, which incidentally..."
Gwyneviere wasn't stupid; cowslip was used exclusively in potions of sexual arousal.
Why did wizards always stumble upon things? Couldn't they set their minds to something like everyone else and just do it? And why did this doctor have such strong sexual frustrations anyway?
After writing out the title in bright pink cursive, the seventh-year slumped her down onto the table.
Oh why, oh why, oh why....?
It seemed wizards only go stupider the farther one looked into the past. That fact didn't make her assignment any easier. She felt like a bird confined to walking like a turtle.DERP!
Gwyneviere Pendragon hated her life right now.
She even had her luxurious raven hair pulled back into a low, charming pony-tail instead of letting it wisp freely around her face like the leaves of a seductive willow tree. Though she still wore makeup (who wouldn't?) and rather short jean shorts that showed off her thin extra-long weedy legs, her fingernails needed a manicure, her glimmering glossed lips frowned, and ink stains decorated the edges of her pristine well-lotioned fingers.
Gwyneviere Pendragon was studying right now.
She coolly turned a page in her advanced charms textbook and quietly began copying information into her notebook with her quill, flicking it sideways to change the color of ink here and there for organizational purposes.
This was her final year of school, and she had some important tests to study for. She could study well when she wanted to; but after her merely average OWL test scores (she did not bother studying for those), studying became nearly a life-or-death requirement because her mother did not appreciate her slacking off just because she was a privileged girl. This year was the year of the NEWTs, and she had to do well in her designated subjects.
Right now, the torture was charms.
"Dr. James P. Hugglesworth, a well-known inventor and practitioner of defensive charms, stumbled upon a spell for warding off Muggles while growing cowslip near a muggle village because of its fertile soil. Muggles would carelessly damage his herbs. Dr. Hugglesworth saw this and grew angrier day by day until he eventually put a curse to his plot, which incidentally..."
Gwyneviere wasn't stupid; cowslip was used exclusively in potions of sexual arousal.
Why did wizards always stumble upon things? Couldn't they set their minds to something like everyone else and just do it? And why did this doctor have such strong sexual frustrations anyway?
After writing out the title in bright pink cursive, the seventh-year slumped her down onto the table.
Oh why, oh why, oh why....?
It seemed wizards only go stupider the farther one looked into the past. That fact didn't make her assignment any easier. She felt like a bird confined to walking like a turtle.DERP!