Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Oct 18, 2009 3:40:15 GMT -5
ooc: first to Gwyn, please. c:
Lorraine wandered out to the Dueling Field, her path wavering precariously with each gust of brisk autumn wind. Thin, strawlike hair whipping crazily in the light wind, the Hufflepuff absently flexed her cold, shoeless feet, mildly disconcerted at the numbness starting to permeate her toes. That morning, after sleepily shoving her feet in her shoes, Lorraine had made the happy discovery that her footwear had coalesced quite nicely to her warped and rather melted dormitory floor (as well as various quills, food, and paper). She had also been somewhat dismayed, but concluded that since it had been so nice and warm when she had last gone outside—nearly a month ago—it would probably be fine if she didn't wear her shoes.
Her mud-slimed feet decided her hypothesis was a little off. The rain in Spain falls mainly in the plains, after all, and the clouds had been drizzling sporadically the whole past week. At least Mr. Sunny's still kinda out today, Lorraine thought dreamily to herself, ambling slowly through the mire, grateful for the partly cloudy sky. "It's nice and warm when Mr. Sunny's out," she explained to a mud puddle rivaling the width of a well-fed niffler, oblivious to how her skinny arms trembled under the mere weight of a single Charms book.
After a moment's consideration, Lorraine let the tome fall through her strained fingers, landing with a thump dangerously close to her chilled feet, and fished in her robe pocket for a dried-out carrot she had put in maybe a week ago. Chewing ponderously on the miraculously mold-and-bacteria-free vegetable, wondering what she should do. When was she supposed to meet Gecko Gwynie again? She couldn't remember, the time in the Magical Gravitational Force Defying Library somehow seemed so long ago. A slight frown began to form between her eyebrows. She knew it was sometime over the weekend—probably so they would both have time aside from school—and most likely not at night. Pretty people like Gecko Gwynie and the Lovely Ms. Diviniations Professor did...stuff... (?) at night, right? Things only lovely and wonderful and pretty people did? And maybe talented people like the Amazing Mr. Professor did stuff like that too? Maybe? So it was either afternoon or morning they had agreed to meet for her first tutoring lesson at Firefox University, and since she couldn't see any pretty people with pretty dark hair and pretty colored clothes, it could only mean Lorraine was extremely late and Gecko Gwynie had already left, or somewhat early, and Gecko Gwynie hadn't arrived yet. She let out a mournful little sigh. If the lesson had really been in the morning, it was so bad of her to miss her very first one, and Gecko Gwynie would be mad and unhappy. Lorraine would be unhappy. And then all that unhappiness would spread to everyone else, and then the whole school would be unhappy, and then the world, and then the universe— And that was no good, so she really hoped she was a little bit early (a rare occasion for her), because aside from being just unhappy at missing her first lesson, she'd be very disappointed.
After all, in the days between the Magical Library Meeting and today, Lorraine had practiced every single day on the melty put-things-together spell she had kind of sort of not really been able to do in Transfiguration, the name of which she still could not remember. Did it even have a name? Did it matter? If she said "merging making spell" everyone would get the gist, right? So did spells even need a special official name? And as a product of her melting half the Hufflepuff common room (but mostly around her own bed) to itself, she was relatively confident in her ability to cast it, even if she didn't really exactly know the specific word a person had to say and the specific wand motion a person had to do. Not that it seemed to matter, because regardless of what garbled nonsense she came up with or what lethargic wavings she used, something always did a merging making thing of sorts. Except that one time with the random broom she'd found floating around, but it had been sitting there in the common room all by itself for a couple days so it's not like anyone would get angry that the whole thing had somehow turned into a giant broccolistick, right? So it was fine! Broccoli were fun, anyway, and she was pleased with how good she had gotten at magic. Gecko Gwynie would be sure to praise her, wouldn't she? Because she was so nice? Definitely, right?
Lorraine wandered out to the Dueling Field, her path wavering precariously with each gust of brisk autumn wind. Thin, strawlike hair whipping crazily in the light wind, the Hufflepuff absently flexed her cold, shoeless feet, mildly disconcerted at the numbness starting to permeate her toes. That morning, after sleepily shoving her feet in her shoes, Lorraine had made the happy discovery that her footwear had coalesced quite nicely to her warped and rather melted dormitory floor (as well as various quills, food, and paper). She had also been somewhat dismayed, but concluded that since it had been so nice and warm when she had last gone outside—nearly a month ago—it would probably be fine if she didn't wear her shoes.
Her mud-slimed feet decided her hypothesis was a little off. The rain in Spain falls mainly in the plains, after all, and the clouds had been drizzling sporadically the whole past week. At least Mr. Sunny's still kinda out today, Lorraine thought dreamily to herself, ambling slowly through the mire, grateful for the partly cloudy sky. "It's nice and warm when Mr. Sunny's out," she explained to a mud puddle rivaling the width of a well-fed niffler, oblivious to how her skinny arms trembled under the mere weight of a single Charms book.
After a moment's consideration, Lorraine let the tome fall through her strained fingers, landing with a thump dangerously close to her chilled feet, and fished in her robe pocket for a dried-out carrot she had put in maybe a week ago. Chewing ponderously on the miraculously mold-and-bacteria-free vegetable, wondering what she should do. When was she supposed to meet Gecko Gwynie again? She couldn't remember, the time in the Magical Gravitational Force Defying Library somehow seemed so long ago. A slight frown began to form between her eyebrows. She knew it was sometime over the weekend—probably so they would both have time aside from school—and most likely not at night. Pretty people like Gecko Gwynie and the Lovely Ms. Diviniations Professor did...stuff... (?) at night, right? Things only lovely and wonderful and pretty people did? And maybe talented people like the Amazing Mr. Professor did stuff like that too? Maybe? So it was either afternoon or morning they had agreed to meet for her first tutoring lesson at Firefox University, and since she couldn't see any pretty people with pretty dark hair and pretty colored clothes, it could only mean Lorraine was extremely late and Gecko Gwynie had already left, or somewhat early, and Gecko Gwynie hadn't arrived yet. She let out a mournful little sigh. If the lesson had really been in the morning, it was so bad of her to miss her very first one, and Gecko Gwynie would be mad and unhappy. Lorraine would be unhappy. And then all that unhappiness would spread to everyone else, and then the whole school would be unhappy, and then the world, and then the universe— And that was no good, so she really hoped she was a little bit early (a rare occasion for her), because aside from being just unhappy at missing her first lesson, she'd be very disappointed.
After all, in the days between the Magical Library Meeting and today, Lorraine had practiced every single day on the melty put-things-together spell she had kind of sort of not really been able to do in Transfiguration, the name of which she still could not remember. Did it even have a name? Did it matter? If she said "merging making spell" everyone would get the gist, right? So did spells even need a special official name? And as a product of her melting half the Hufflepuff common room (but mostly around her own bed) to itself, she was relatively confident in her ability to cast it, even if she didn't really exactly know the specific word a person had to say and the specific wand motion a person had to do. Not that it seemed to matter, because regardless of what garbled nonsense she came up with or what lethargic wavings she used, something always did a merging making thing of sorts. Except that one time with the random broom she'd found floating around, but it had been sitting there in the common room all by itself for a couple days so it's not like anyone would get angry that the whole thing had somehow turned into a giant broccolistick, right? So it was fine! Broccoli were fun, anyway, and she was pleased with how good she had gotten at magic. Gecko Gwynie would be sure to praise her, wouldn't she? Because she was so nice? Definitely, right?