having had no luck in the commonroom, laura returned to the great hall to eat. she sat donw at teh ravenclaw table and pulled out some parchment and her quill. she began to write a letter to her oldest brother, James, who was 22 and living and working in diagon alley. He was manager of quality quidditch supplies. that was the only reason she and chris were able to have a broom, they got a large discount. Laura had now written nearly half a page. she didnt have to lie to him. when she wrote her parents she made up stuff about how much fun she was having and how many friends she had made. now she told james everything. about how she had no friends and didnt really fit in. how the only person she knew was mean. and how she was practically invisable
OOc: sorry for writing so much, but i'm really bored and nobodys on!!!!!!!!!!!
((lol, write as much as you can, I enjoy more than a few lines per post.))
The warm steam rising from his soup was welcoming, it was deserving to be called Shakespearean in manyways. His brow was raised as he slowly picked up his spoon, it side was slowly dripping to reveal an orb, and it was no surprise that it was an eye of newt. He shuddered a bit and turned his wrist, letting his spoon turn so the eyeball would fall. With it gone, he lifted the spoon to his mouth, and drained it of all its goodness.
At his other hand, he was holding none other than the daily digest for most Ravenclaws, or the Daily Prophet more like it. He was continuing the article from the front page, which was about the lost tome in Egypt ... ironically getting lost again, stolen some of them said. It had a few quotes from the cursebreakers, and one which stood out was a Weasley. He wondered if they were all really red heads.
Suddenly, his train of thought was broken by some scribbling on parchment, and slowly lowered his paper, enough that the top edge was below his eye level. He wondered who was writing because the writer was just right in front of him.
A very curious Ravenclaw he was, and with a brow raised he wondered who this student was.
With a brow still raised he turned his head to another Ravenclaw, again someone writing, but this time in a book. He blinked a few times, and slowly dropped his paper wondering if there was a writing assignment that he could have missed. He looked down at his reflection while moving his spoon around in it, moving through his head wondering if he did forget something.
Laura was still writing her letter, now she was talking about quidditch. " At least i can play quidditch." she wrote " i dont know what i would do with out it. i played a couple days ago with some of the other kids, but they were all older then me." Laura stopped writing and looked up. there was a boy sitting at the table now, and sonia. not really wanting to talk to sonia, laura moved across the table to introduce herself to hte boy. " hi, I'm Lauren Weasly, i dont believe i know your name. what is it?" she asked