Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Jan 23, 2010 18:16:40 GMT -5
ooc: first to Gwyn, please. C:
Lorraine had woken up early this morning with a sort of excitable lethargy. "It's Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!" she had cheerfully informed her roommates (who, in response, had groaned something intelligible and buried themselves further under the blankets), and swung herself almost quickly out of bed. "I have lessons with Gecko Gwynie today!" The Hufflepuff beamed at her still-merged-to-the-floor shoes, executing a stunning sidestep around them. And to think, just a few weeks ago, she'd been stumbling over them, blinking bewilderingly at the strange new obstruction right by her bed that did not seem to move. What a change! And it was probably all because of Gecko Gwynie tutoring her in magic! Lorraine nodded seriously at the thought, unhurriedly pulling on the extra pair of shoes she'd discovered in her trunk (mama had probably tucked them in, ever since that last time). Gecko Gwynie was so fashionable, it was really no surprise her fashionablility had somehow rubbed off on Lorraine and made her more prone to remember what she had coagulated to the Hufflepuff common room (and really, not at all because she had stumbled over each one so often that even she was bound to remember where they were, even if it had taken her a week or so of repeated stumblings). Maybe it was because of all the times Gecko Gwynie had hit her over the head?
Lorraine had then proceeded to drift her way ponderously out the castle gates (doubling back to retrieve her coat after she saw the note her mama had instructed her to tack onto her dorm's door reminding her to wear her coat whenever she went outside until April-ish), trusty wand and Charms book in hand. She delightedly took note of the brilliantly gleaming snowscape around her, happily kicking up powdery snow and blowing out clouds in the frigid air. It was a little warmer than last week, and Mr. Sunny was out again today!
After Lorraine had finally shuffled out to the dueling field, near where she and Gecko Gwynie usually met for the Saturday lessons, the girl abruptly dropped to a crouch, textbook clamped precariously between her torso and legs. Waving her wand a few times as her warm-ups, Lorraine blithely began to construct a small legion of snow animals with what spells she could remember.
Lorraine had woken up early this morning with a sort of excitable lethargy. "It's Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!" she had cheerfully informed her roommates (who, in response, had groaned something intelligible and buried themselves further under the blankets), and swung herself almost quickly out of bed. "I have lessons with Gecko Gwynie today!" The Hufflepuff beamed at her still-merged-to-the-floor shoes, executing a stunning sidestep around them. And to think, just a few weeks ago, she'd been stumbling over them, blinking bewilderingly at the strange new obstruction right by her bed that did not seem to move. What a change! And it was probably all because of Gecko Gwynie tutoring her in magic! Lorraine nodded seriously at the thought, unhurriedly pulling on the extra pair of shoes she'd discovered in her trunk (mama had probably tucked them in, ever since that last time). Gecko Gwynie was so fashionable, it was really no surprise her fashionablility had somehow rubbed off on Lorraine and made her more prone to remember what she had coagulated to the Hufflepuff common room (and really, not at all because she had stumbled over each one so often that even she was bound to remember where they were, even if it had taken her a week or so of repeated stumblings). Maybe it was because of all the times Gecko Gwynie had hit her over the head?
Lorraine had then proceeded to drift her way ponderously out the castle gates (doubling back to retrieve her coat after she saw the note her mama had instructed her to tack onto her dorm's door reminding her to wear her coat whenever she went outside until April-ish), trusty wand and Charms book in hand. She delightedly took note of the brilliantly gleaming snowscape around her, happily kicking up powdery snow and blowing out clouds in the frigid air. It was a little warmer than last week, and Mr. Sunny was out again today!
After Lorraine had finally shuffled out to the dueling field, near where she and Gecko Gwynie usually met for the Saturday lessons, the girl abruptly dropped to a crouch, textbook clamped precariously between her torso and legs. Waving her wand a few times as her warm-ups, Lorraine blithely began to construct a small legion of snow animals with what spells she could remember.