- Messages
- 140
- OOC First Name
- Alexis
Azolla picked the dirt from her nails as she walked through the corridors, her mind swirling with thoughts that frightened her. Her family was having issues right now because of her Grandma's inability to help them out and while she had not gone back to England with Mary she knew just by the look on her sister's face that it was difficult. She wondered if maybe she should apply for a job in Brightstone but dismissed it because she realized that no one would hire a twelve year old to help run their shop. It would be down right foolish of them if they did but what stopped her from suggested that her sister get a job? Poor Larkspur had, according to letters that were strewn in her sister's bedroom that she had come across accidentally. No one could locate anything in her sister's room so now whatever she found was an accident so she didn't think she would get in any trouble if she brought it up.
With her mind consumed with things more important than avoiding people as she walked, Azolla found herself on the floor after walking into what she could only guess was a seventh year who mumbled an apology before continuing in her direction. For a moment, Azolla lay on the marble floor rubbing her head that now pounded from the impact before she touched the back over her head and anxiously checked for blood but sighed in relief when she felt only her long, brown hair and what would probably become a bump the following morning. She slipped her other hand under the small over her back and rubbed the aching muscles as well as she could, wincing as she touched a sore spot before sighing and looking up to see a figure looking over her. Instantly she gasped in shock before she tried to register if it was that girl but then noticed it was a boy, one she had seen around the halls with a red head but knew nothing of him, even his name so she smiled meekly, "Hi." It was just this Slytherin's luck that she would meet a cute, older boy when she had just fallen on the ground and looked a mess thanks to being in the garden and pruning some plants that had been ignored by whoever's job it was to look after it. Of course the rose garden was in peek condition. Sure it was a memorial but no one who had been a student with that girl attended anymore, Azolla assumed, and the other plants needed attention as well. Azolla's thoughts scurried away from her before she wondered just what she was supposed to do or say now that this boy had seen her fall and humiliate herself.
With her mind consumed with things more important than avoiding people as she walked, Azolla found herself on the floor after walking into what she could only guess was a seventh year who mumbled an apology before continuing in her direction. For a moment, Azolla lay on the marble floor rubbing her head that now pounded from the impact before she touched the back over her head and anxiously checked for blood but sighed in relief when she felt only her long, brown hair and what would probably become a bump the following morning. She slipped her other hand under the small over her back and rubbed the aching muscles as well as she could, wincing as she touched a sore spot before sighing and looking up to see a figure looking over her. Instantly she gasped in shock before she tried to register if it was that girl but then noticed it was a boy, one she had seen around the halls with a red head but knew nothing of him, even his name so she smiled meekly, "Hi." It was just this Slytherin's luck that she would meet a cute, older boy when she had just fallen on the ground and looked a mess thanks to being in the garden and pruning some plants that had been ignored by whoever's job it was to look after it. Of course the rose garden was in peek condition. Sure it was a memorial but no one who had been a student with that girl attended anymore, Azolla assumed, and the other plants needed attention as well. Azolla's thoughts scurried away from her before she wondered just what she was supposed to do or say now that this boy had seen her fall and humiliate herself.