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Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 27, 2006 12:41:03 GMT -5
Bella was on the verge of tears. Her books were scattered across the hallway floor, spread every which way, papers lying in puddles of god knows what, and her ink was leaking all over her bag. Just her luck, to trip right outside Professor Nartur's office. She only hoped that the door didn't swing open and knock her out cold.
After she had managed to shove the mess back into her black stained bag she stood slowly, closing her eyes and hoping that nothing else could happen to her today. First off she had woken up with a massive hangover that seemed to engulf her entire head in a pea soup fog. Only with the quick work of Madam Pomfrey had she managed to rush to Transfiguration, missing breakfast, but getting to class on time. To make matters worse, she had forgotten about the three scroll essay due to McGonagall, and she was simply to muddled to come up with a better excuse.
Now she had detention, and was silently screaming. This intensified her headache to a barely stand-able point. She rushed forward to head off to her next class when she made contact with something soft.
She opened her eyes and was horrified to realise belatedly that she had just run into the new potions Professor, and her head of house.
What to do now, Bella? she fumed to herself.
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Post by Professor James Nartur on Jul 27, 2006 15:45:03 GMT -5
James looks down at the girl who just ran into him. He suddenly recognizes her as one of the students in his house.
"In a rush I presume? You really should be more carefull. Perhaps maybe looking in front of you might help. Bellatrix isn't it? You seem to be running a bit late. What class are you off to? Perhaps I should write you a note so as to not loose any points from Slytherin. If you will follow me into my office."
He walks over to the door to his office and held it open for her to follow.
(OOC- once you post we can move to the thread for my office.... sorry for the lameness.... I didn't really know what else to do)
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 27, 2006 15:54:20 GMT -5
Bella's face froze into a petrified smile. Why I am I so afraid of him? she wondered to herself, nodding mechanically as he spoke to her.
"... What class are you off to?" he asked casually, snapping her out of her reverie. "... follow me into my office.
"C-c-charms," she managed to stutter out like a complete fool. Perhaps I am just afraid of authority figures, she reasoned as he held the door open for her. She walked into his office and realised that she was a mess. Her hair was frizzy, her face paler than snow (not that it wasn't always) and any sort of dignity or pride she usually retained had long been defeated. Such was life.
She managed to straighten her posture and hold herself regally, hoping that none of this would be reported back to her mother....
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