Writer's Block

[Nixon Mercury]

The valentine's dance that year had been memorable for many reasons, and Nixon did not know which part of it he wanted to focus on as he paced the fifth floor corridor, attempting to find a starting point for his article about the night. It began with his trip to the refreshments tables, then afterwards he was coerced into a dance with a slytherin girl promising him a quote in return, which was interrupted when one of the prefects demanded he jot a quote from her down instead. Then later on he spoke to one of the professors, leaving the hall after that when he decided the information he had was enough. All of this was relayed to him in his notebook, which he was going over hoping that a mix of his own memories and the words he had already scribbled would give him an idea of where to start. If not giving him a first line, then giving him a subject fitting for the introduction of the article. The corridor outside the hogwarts monthly room was usually quiet when no classes were on, making it Nixon's favourite place to think before words appeared on his pages. But that day he seemed to be caught in a bout of writers block, slowly realizing that instead of being productive with his article he was loitering aimlessly while pursing his lips in thought.​

 

[Sapphire Michaels]

Sapphire had been roaming the halls for about an hour now, attempting to find a second year Hufflepuff. There was a lot happening in her life and she needed to find Ollie and get his opinion on the whole thing. He saw the bright side to everything, and if there was anyone she wanted to drag into this it was him. Unfortunately, though, she hadn't bothered checking his class schedule so she was just going floor to floor to see if she could find the blond.

She rounded the corner, and stopped. She did manage to find a second year Hufflepuff, technically. Just... Not the blond one. With her hands in her jean pockets, she walked up behind him. "Whatcha doin, Nixon?" She asked, leaning around to look at him like she had the first time they'd met.

 

[Nixon Mercury]

The more Nixon attempted to write his article, the more he found himself feeling frustrated. Whichever words he could think of were soon scribbled out when he realized they weren't good enough. There had to be a way to describe the night that was right, and he had to figure it out before the article was due. He wrote another opening line, then scribbled it out and sighed with exasperation, almost swearing at himself before he heard a voice behind him. When he turned around he saw Sapphire, the very girl he had met at the dance and he wanted to thank whatever caused her to be in the same hallway as him. "Sapphire! I'm so glad you're here, you have no idea." He exclaimed. If he couldn't think of a way to begin his article, she surely could. They spent the majority of his night dancing and she had the same memories of it. Although what she remembered would be from her perspective and not his own, she would be the perfect person to brainstorm ideas with. "I'm writing my article about the valentine's dance, but I'm having lots of trouble." He soon returned her question back to her but asking her the question of whether she could help him was still on his mind. "What are you doing?"​

 

[Sapphire Michaels]

Sapph grinned a bit as Nixon seemed tobe happy to see her. He said he was writing his article, and she cocked her head to the side. Had she ever even given him a quote? Before she could think more on it he asked what she was doing. She shrugged. "I'm just wondering about looking for a different Hufflepuff. Anyway, how's the article going?" She asked, glancing back at Nixon.

She wondered idly what it would be like to be a journalist. It wasn't anything like what she had in mind for her future, but it still made her curious knowing someone who seemed so passionate about it.