Rue Undersee
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The time seemed to be passing agonizingly slowly as Rue gently sucked on the end of her pencil. No matter how hard she tried, nothing would come out on her paper. She couldn't understand how she was going to get her work in by tomorrow. Forcing herself to keep back the whine inside, she sighed and scribbled down some notes, her tongue sticking out as she went, a habit which she would often try to hide, but she was on her own. The library was quiet at this time, with just the librarian and a few younger students who were eager to study. It wasn't that Rue was eager, but her Mother had been disappointed by her grades the previous year and she had to get her act together. Besides, she wanted to be a professor when she grew up, and she needed fairly good grades for that. Each second ticked by as Rue told herself just 10 more minutes. Finally she managed to create a piece of work which made a tiny bit of sense, and she tucked her book back into her bag before standing up. She gave a friendly glance to the librarian, who seemed to be deeply buried into his book. Books were fine, Rue was an avid reader and enjoyed books of all genres thoroughly, but writing was a different matter. Putting it down to a lack of creativity, Rue pulled open the library door with a struggle and squeezed out. Everything was such an effort when you're small. Including finding school clothes that fitted.
Rue turned and made her way down the long, narrow corridor which was dimly lit by candles, as she thought about how different it was at home. They had light bulbs. Durmstrang had magic. They had mobile phones, computers. Durmstrang had magic. However, Rue enjoyed having to amuse herself, and though writing to her Mother was a pain, she could live with it. Rue rarely wrote to home, mainly because her Mother never replied and because she never knew what to say, but also because her owl was extremely lazy, and didn't always make it back for a few weeks. Rue wondered what he got up to whilst he was away. Maybe he had little parties with his owl friends and forgot what he was supposed to be doing? Rue smiled. She had a very childish mind, which she tried to hide. She loved inventing little people or animals who would be her friends throughout her time at Durmstrang, but she was often teased for it. She was 15, and very strange.
Rue turned the corner of the corridor, which seemed a mile long, and lost her balance on the slippery, just polished floor. With no time to hold her hands out in front of her, Rue fell face first onto the floor. Great. She rolled onto her back, a slight pain in her elbow which had taken most of the fall. This obviously wasn't her day, but she was accident prone and used to the aches and pains that came with it. She didn't even count the number of bruises on her knees anymore, as they had merged into big blobs. She fell over too often for her liking, and she wished every day for stronger legs, but they stayed skinny and weak. Sighing, and wincing a little, Rue sat up, her dyed blonde hair ruffled. She stroked it, trying to tame it into submission and failing miserably. There was nobody about, luckily, who could have seen her fall. Rue groaned. Except her.
Rue turned and made her way down the long, narrow corridor which was dimly lit by candles, as she thought about how different it was at home. They had light bulbs. Durmstrang had magic. They had mobile phones, computers. Durmstrang had magic. However, Rue enjoyed having to amuse herself, and though writing to her Mother was a pain, she could live with it. Rue rarely wrote to home, mainly because her Mother never replied and because she never knew what to say, but also because her owl was extremely lazy, and didn't always make it back for a few weeks. Rue wondered what he got up to whilst he was away. Maybe he had little parties with his owl friends and forgot what he was supposed to be doing? Rue smiled. She had a very childish mind, which she tried to hide. She loved inventing little people or animals who would be her friends throughout her time at Durmstrang, but she was often teased for it. She was 15, and very strange.
Rue turned the corner of the corridor, which seemed a mile long, and lost her balance on the slippery, just polished floor. With no time to hold her hands out in front of her, Rue fell face first onto the floor. Great. She rolled onto her back, a slight pain in her elbow which had taken most of the fall. This obviously wasn't her day, but she was accident prone and used to the aches and pains that came with it. She didn't even count the number of bruises on her knees anymore, as they had merged into big blobs. She fell over too often for her liking, and she wished every day for stronger legs, but they stayed skinny and weak. Sighing, and wincing a little, Rue sat up, her dyed blonde hair ruffled. She stroked it, trying to tame it into submission and failing miserably. There was nobody about, luckily, who could have seen her fall. Rue groaned. Except her.