Post by Justin McDowell on Jul 9, 2011 21:42:32 GMT -8
Thursday, September 15, 2011
6:05 p.m.
A game in fifteen days. Fifteen days! And against the most vicious, unhindered team there was: Slytherin house. Seriously, he was not looking forward to it. That seeker of theirs was amazing most days. And Sofi had been wasting time with stupid stretches that were of no consequence to the game. He could see her wanting them to do them off practice time, but seriously, wasting precious time that could be used strategizing and actually flying? Trying to manage to do something like the splits not only was a painful thing but also quite pointless for most positions. No one was going to do the splits on a broom. It was not going to make them be able to reach further.
Justin sighed as he set down his quill. He'd been making no progress anyway. He was feeling far too hungry, and...guess what! It was dinner time, so he was going to head on up to the ground floor and into the Great Hall and sit down at the Hufflepuff table and fill his stomach so it would stop making him aware of its presence. He much preferred a non fussy stomach to a fussy one, and his was getting quite fussy right now. Four times so far it had growled--loudly--and at least eight times it had attempted to but had rather lurched instead. And a hungry Justin was a grumpy one, and he was tired of himself and his grumpy frustrations and thoughts.
Quickly, Justin shoved himself off his bed, not caring about the fact his book, parchment, and quill were still there, and raced down to the common room and then down the dungeons and up to the Great Hall. When he finally reached the table, he sat down fairly gracefully but quickly and with purpose. It was five after now, and food was on the table. As he reached out for the spoon to serve himself mashed potatoes, he shoved someone else's hand out of te way, not even bothering to apologize.