More Than I Ever Saw Before

[Prudence Armstead]

Prudence stalled for a moment, her eyes fleeting down the second floor corridor with an odd sense of curiosity. The frizzy-haired girl seldom traveled down that corridor, but she saw no more harm in it as she had no plans for the remaining day. With books clutched in her hands, every intention of studying outside, the girl took a small detour to walk down a less explored hallway. She was halfway to winter break it seemed, only a few months left, and now with the approval of her Transfiguration teacher, she was studying harder than ever. Prudence supposed she minded not, as it was all going to be worth it to become an animal and be free like they are at the end of the day.

Stopping for a moment, the girl bent down to pull up her black socks. She was still dressed in her uniform, having just come from her Transfiguration lessons. She enjoyed the class immensely, the young girl even admitted to feeling invigorated afterwards. With a smile on her face she decided that perhaps she would study in this hallway instead. She wanted few distractions, but if someone was to talk to her she would not turn them down. After all, besides Venn and his sister, and Zach, she had very few friends in the building. She supposed she also had her half sister - Lue, but having the difference in classes and age did make some conversations difficult. Prudence sat in silence, staring at her book now, thinking rather than studying her text.


I am so sorry, it's terrible. Future posts will be better.

 

[Timothy De Luca]

Timothy was not happy. He was frustrated. He was extremely irritated. He really needed to learn new vocabulary words. He did not have enough words in his head to express himself. He only knew the basics, and the basics were not good enough for the complex emotions he was feeling. Well, he thought they were complex. It was only because he had trouble understanding emotion and was worse at reading it. He walked, his slight limp a bit obvious. Timmy held his sketchbook close to his chest. He never knew when he was going to see a pretty person. There were many at his school, but he was always too busy to drawn them. Timmy looked up from his feet and saw a girl. She was in his Transfiguration class, and she was pretty good. He stopped near her and took his pencil from his pocket. Timmy looked at her, and he started sketching the girl's face. He did not think that it was creepy. He felt the girl should feel complimented. He did not just draw anyone.

 

[Amy Applewhite]

The surface gravities of Venus, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune are all quite similar (within 15%) to Earth's. It was all Amy could think about since she had started looking at her Astronomy books. She was so used to reading, it was her escape. Though she was not a big fan of Astronomy, she liked it enough to read the books so that she didn't have to talk to anyone. Not that she could anyway. Her voice was always so soft, she didn't even know why. She just couldn't bring herself to be able to talk. Then there was the problem of her clumsiness which hadn't gotten better over time like her dad had promised. She was a little annoyed with him about that. Even at home though she couldn't talk very loud. She was just naturally soft-spoken she supposed. Mars had an oxygen-rich atmosphere around 4 billion years ago. Amy had been especially surprised when she had read that passage. She did not know much about space considering neither of her parents were scientists, but she had been reading more and more about it since she got here. She wished that astronomy focused more on the planets over stars, but she supposed that she couldn't have everything.

Amy rubbed the new bruises that were forming on her arms as she carefully tried to dodge people walking in and out of the common room. It was too loud where she was, so she was making her way to a more quiet place. If she could find the library, she would go there, but she hadn't been listening when the prefects were saying the informational parts of their speech and now she was too shy to ask anyone. She sighed as she lugged her books from the common room and along the corridors. The wind speeds on Uranus can reach 560 mph (900 km/h). Of course most of these tidbits were completely useless to her when she thought about the actual material that she was learning about. Still, it could have been worse, she could have been thinking about History, or English, that would have been interesting. Shaking her head, Amy was just walking down what she thought was the second floor corridor when she realised her laces were undone, she was about to drop her book and fix them, when it was suddenly too late. She tripped on her own feet and tumbled to the ground, landing hard on her side. She cried out in pain before bringing her hand to her hip and sniffling. She didn't want to cry, but it hurt too much. She was so clumsy!
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[Prudence Armstead]

Prudence took note of a familiar boy whom had stopped in the hallway to sketch her as she looked over her studies. Nothing really stuck out to her, her brain a bit fried from past studying. She needed a break, and perhaps this could be it. She tried to hold still, but a small smile appeared on her face. "Timmy, let me know when you're done and I'll move." She laughed slightly. She had quite the memory for names, especially since class sizes had shrunk quite a bit. She flipped a page in her book, contented to sit and read until she heard a thud, and some sniffling. Prue looked up in shock. "Oh my goodness!"

The girl stood quickly, her books dropping to the ground as she rushed over to the strawberry blonde. Her curls bounced with her as she leaned over her. "Are you okay?" She asked her, reaching a hand out. "Timmy, can you give me a hand?' She asked the young Hufflepuff that she knew to be kind, yet a bit shy. Prue knew nothing of this other girl, whom was laying on the ground. That didn't mean she wouldn't help her the best that she could. Prudence was kind to everyone so long as they didn't give her a reason to dislike them.

 

[Timothy De Luca]

Timothy was relieved the girl did not think he was weird. He could not remember her name, but he was it really trying either. He did not feel any sort of emotion by not knowing her name. He did not know he was supposed to. Timmy continued to draw. It was an extremely rough sketch, but his definition of 'rough' was skew. His drawing would look like a painting ready to hang to others, but he knew what was finished and unfinished. The girl shrieked about something.

Timmy reluctantly tore his eyes from what he was doing. There was another girl, but she was on the floor. The Hufflepuff took a small step toward the scene. It was not like he had moved at all. His subject asked him to help, but helping would involve touching, and timmy hated touching people. He shook his head. "Don't want to touch her." he told her bluntly.