Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Nov 25, 2009 23:36:56 GMT -5
It was already the end of November, and no classes were held since October. If Gwyneviere couldn't raise her grades, then her mother was going to become a flaming ball of fury. If she didn't even do better than Morgan... Well, she didn't want to think about what would happen. She just had to do well, and everything would happen after that. No worries, right?
The tall, bony Gryffindor sighed, sipping her white mocha latte so that it wouldn't ruin her lipstick.
Studying was so not her forte. Especially independent study.
Yet, here she was... Her smooth, ebony hair was pulled back, her makeup was fine and emphasized her creamy features, and an expensive scarlet scarf wrapped around her long neck.
And there they were... Books from two of her least favorite classes (care of magical creatures and herbology, respectively), and a stack of notes.
Yeah, this suuucked, but she had to at least learn the material on her own. Why not take a break from that stuffy library and visit a charming cafe in the meantime? She could balance out this torture with some hot drinks and tasty snacks.
Gwyneviere sipped her drink, feeling its hot liquid slide down her throat like a refreshing, re-energizing brew. Too bad it couldn't help her motivation.
She stared blankly at a page of an ugly, relatively useless creature.
It snowed lightly outside with wind whipping about the rotting leaves as though it were a predator playing with its food. The sky was one big gray blanket of clouds, and even it was no good at motivating the struggling gryffindor with her studies.
If only there could be a distraction to lighten up this dim November day...
The tall, bony Gryffindor sighed, sipping her white mocha latte so that it wouldn't ruin her lipstick.
Studying was so not her forte. Especially independent study.
Yet, here she was... Her smooth, ebony hair was pulled back, her makeup was fine and emphasized her creamy features, and an expensive scarlet scarf wrapped around her long neck.
And there they were... Books from two of her least favorite classes (care of magical creatures and herbology, respectively), and a stack of notes.
Yeah, this suuucked, but she had to at least learn the material on her own. Why not take a break from that stuffy library and visit a charming cafe in the meantime? She could balance out this torture with some hot drinks and tasty snacks.
Gwyneviere sipped her drink, feeling its hot liquid slide down her throat like a refreshing, re-energizing brew. Too bad it couldn't help her motivation.
She stared blankly at a page of an ugly, relatively useless creature.
It snowed lightly outside with wind whipping about the rotting leaves as though it were a predator playing with its food. The sky was one big gray blanket of clouds, and even it was no good at motivating the struggling gryffindor with her studies.
If only there could be a distraction to lighten up this dim November day...