- Messages
- 764
- Wand
- Coconut Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Star Dust
- Age
- 11/2022
Belladonna sighed and lazily brushed a few fingers through her thin blonde hair. The young Gryffindor had spent the afternoon attempting to procrastinate on her homework, but it was becoming apparent that she could only put it off for so long. "I could probably put it off for another couple of hours if I really tried." Her grades were really good last semester, and as much as she wanted to make sure her grades stayed high like that, forcing her herself to actually sit down and focus on homework was almost like asking a pacifist to commit murder, it felt wrong. Luckily, Belladonna had mastered the art of procrastination. Staying busy for a few more hours wouldn't be too hard for her to accomplish. Pale fingers traced the aging stone of the castle walls as Belladonna walked through the various corridors. It was still pretty early in the morning so the castle was still pretty quiet. Normally Belladonna liked the noise and commotion, but every once and awhile it felt nice to just be by herself and not have to worry about how she looked, or even the stupid things she did when she thought people weren't looking at her
Belladonna had barely made it around the corner before she felt someone rudely shove past her. Arm grazing a wooden beside her instead of the wall she had been used to feeling earlier, she grimaced and attempted to regain her composure. This was getting old. When Belladonna saw who it was that had shoved her aside, she immediately rolled her bright eyes and reached into her sweater pocket to pull out her wand. Her face began to display a bright shade of red, almost dark enough to match the anger she felt within. "Why do you keep picking on me? I've done nothing to you!" Belladonna hissed, her face becoming redder with every word that escaped her. The hot-headed beast residing within her was beginning to rear its ugly head. At first she thought that turning the other cheek would cause people to lose interest in making her miserable. Then Belladonna hoped aboard the pity train and rode that track for a while. Now it was time that she stopped taking the abuse and actually worked at fighting back. Whether it got ugly or not didn't really matter anymore, she was fed up.
Belladonna had barely made it around the corner before she felt someone rudely shove past her. Arm grazing a wooden beside her instead of the wall she had been used to feeling earlier, she grimaced and attempted to regain her composure. This was getting old. When Belladonna saw who it was that had shoved her aside, she immediately rolled her bright eyes and reached into her sweater pocket to pull out her wand. Her face began to display a bright shade of red, almost dark enough to match the anger she felt within. "Why do you keep picking on me? I've done nothing to you!" Belladonna hissed, her face becoming redder with every word that escaped her. The hot-headed beast residing within her was beginning to rear its ugly head. At first she thought that turning the other cheek would cause people to lose interest in making her miserable. Then Belladonna hoped aboard the pity train and rode that track for a while. Now it was time that she stopped taking the abuse and actually worked at fighting back. Whether it got ugly or not didn't really matter anymore, she was fed up.