Post by Alison Wildersinne on Jun 4, 2007 18:58:08 GMT -5
Potions followed by transfiguration. Alison wondered who had dreamed up her timetable this year so that she could go use a few choice curses on them.
Though, really, it wasn't that her timetable was so terrible. It was the way the entire school was acting since Dumbledore died. Not only the students, although a fair few of those had been acting strangely as well. It was like the entire building had been effected.
Take just now. Alison knew the way from the potions classroom to transfiguration like the back of her hand. She'd been doing both for the last five years, after all. But a moment ago, the stair she'd beenrunning walking quickly up to get to transfig moved in entirely the wrong direction and she'd ended up at the other end of the sixth floor! Now she had to walk back the way she'd come, which would make her late.
And would make McGonagall go off.
Alison scowled in exasperation, then realized that would mar her exquisite features if she did it for too long, and anyway, there was nobody her to really appreciate her predicament.
With something between a snort and a sigh, she set off briskly once again, this time in the correct direction.
Though, really, it wasn't that her timetable was so terrible. It was the way the entire school was acting since Dumbledore died. Not only the students, although a fair few of those had been acting strangely as well. It was like the entire building had been effected.
Take just now. Alison knew the way from the potions classroom to transfiguration like the back of her hand. She'd been doing both for the last five years, after all. But a moment ago, the stair she'd been
And would make McGonagall go off.
Alison scowled in exasperation, then realized that would mar her exquisite features if she did it for too long, and anyway, there was nobody her to really appreciate her predicament.
With something between a snort and a sigh, she set off briskly once again, this time in the correct direction.
