Post by lily on Jun 26, 2010 1:53:30 GMT -8
Thursday, March 17, 2011
8:48 p.m.
'Merlin, I can't wait to get the hell out of this idiot farm...' Lily thought viciously, walking out of the Great Hall. The St. Patrick's Day excitement (which Lily didn't understand in the least; just seemed like an excuse to get drunk and act stupidly) and feast were just inviting mischief and mayhem, and that's exactly what had happened all day. Idiots running around throwing dungbombs and other idiotic jokes, more idiots with green shamrocks growing on their clothes and in their hair; just plain stupid. In fact, just to spite them all, Lily had worn black all day. Tight-fitting black jeans and a grey off-the-shoulder sweater, a stern rebuttal to the green shamrocky nonsense going on around her.
But of course that wasn't the worst of it, oh no. Since the whole damn holiday was just an excuse to get drunk and act like a fool, some of the seventh years had smuggled some Guiness and firewhiskey into the school somehow, and had proceded to get several first-years staggeringly drunk. The obviously drunk first-years had attempted to go to class anyway, thinking they could pretend they were sober and were sternly questioned (and punished) by the Deputy Headmistress (not a pleasant woman, by all accounts), who was unable to get anything intelligible out of the little snots, not surprisingly. And, of course, since the offending seventh-years weren't caught, they kept it up, and more and more drunk underclassmen kept showing up all day. Lily could only imagine how unpleasant all the stress today would make Lance later...
The petite brunette had eaten quickly at the feast and deflected countless attempts to have her shirt turned green or a shamrock pinned to her, and was trying to get back to the library for some peace and quiet. Of course since it was nearly curfew, she would probably end up being caught by one of the Prefects or either Eris or Lance. But an added bonus of dating the Head Boy: most of the Prefects were afraid to give her detention (not that the occasion arose often), a fact that Lily found hilarious. Honestly, if someone was caught doing something wrong, it shouldn't matter who they were or wo their boyfriend was, but of course Lily wasn't complaining. If they were too cowardly to do their job, it was really no skin off her nose. It would give her some private time in the quiet library, and she and Lance could laugh about it later. Of course, if Lance caught her she would insist on him giving her some kind of punishment. She wasn't about to let him get himself in trouble for her sake, so she would write lines or somthing to the effect, but really, that was hardly a 'real' punishment anyway.
A few corridors away from reaching the library, Lily turned a corner and quickly ducked into a small alcove. Something was moving in the corridor ahead, and just because the Prefects wouldn't give her trouble, didn't mean the professors wouldn't. And the castle ghosts had been known to tattle on errant students as well on occasion. Peaking carefully around the corner of the alcove, Lily couldn't quite make out who (or what) was in the hallway, she just hoped it wasn't going to bother her...
8:48 p.m.
'Merlin, I can't wait to get the hell out of this idiot farm...' Lily thought viciously, walking out of the Great Hall. The St. Patrick's Day excitement (which Lily didn't understand in the least; just seemed like an excuse to get drunk and act stupidly) and feast were just inviting mischief and mayhem, and that's exactly what had happened all day. Idiots running around throwing dungbombs and other idiotic jokes, more idiots with green shamrocks growing on their clothes and in their hair; just plain stupid. In fact, just to spite them all, Lily had worn black all day. Tight-fitting black jeans and a grey off-the-shoulder sweater, a stern rebuttal to the green shamrocky nonsense going on around her.
But of course that wasn't the worst of it, oh no. Since the whole damn holiday was just an excuse to get drunk and act like a fool, some of the seventh years had smuggled some Guiness and firewhiskey into the school somehow, and had proceded to get several first-years staggeringly drunk. The obviously drunk first-years had attempted to go to class anyway, thinking they could pretend they were sober and were sternly questioned (and punished) by the Deputy Headmistress (not a pleasant woman, by all accounts), who was unable to get anything intelligible out of the little snots, not surprisingly. And, of course, since the offending seventh-years weren't caught, they kept it up, and more and more drunk underclassmen kept showing up all day. Lily could only imagine how unpleasant all the stress today would make Lance later...
The petite brunette had eaten quickly at the feast and deflected countless attempts to have her shirt turned green or a shamrock pinned to her, and was trying to get back to the library for some peace and quiet. Of course since it was nearly curfew, she would probably end up being caught by one of the Prefects or either Eris or Lance. But an added bonus of dating the Head Boy: most of the Prefects were afraid to give her detention (not that the occasion arose often), a fact that Lily found hilarious. Honestly, if someone was caught doing something wrong, it shouldn't matter who they were or wo their boyfriend was, but of course Lily wasn't complaining. If they were too cowardly to do their job, it was really no skin off her nose. It would give her some private time in the quiet library, and she and Lance could laugh about it later. Of course, if Lance caught her she would insist on him giving her some kind of punishment. She wasn't about to let him get himself in trouble for her sake, so she would write lines or somthing to the effect, but really, that was hardly a 'real' punishment anyway.
A few corridors away from reaching the library, Lily turned a corner and quickly ducked into a small alcove. Something was moving in the corridor ahead, and just because the Prefects wouldn't give her trouble, didn't mean the professors wouldn't. And the castle ghosts had been known to tattle on errant students as well on occasion. Peaking carefully around the corner of the alcove, Lily couldn't quite make out who (or what) was in the hallway, she just hoped it wasn't going to bother her...