Ravenclaw
Ravenclaw
Lena
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Post by Evadne Celeste Fitzgerald on Jul 23, 2018 17:26:43 GMT
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Post by Ceres Selene Abercrombie on Jul 24, 2018 1:05:41 GMT
Breakfast was breakfast. It was almost entirely uneventful by itself. It was true that she had gotten her merry little butt up earlier to go on the now-routine morning run with Cisco. It’d been uh-freaking-mazing because she’d gotten a lot further than she would have normally. Like, she could not put into words how gratifying to know that she really was improving. Her stamina was growing, and her legs were looking bomber than ever before; she’d have to be so dead not to be proud of that. She had even taken a sweaty selfie. Which, normally, ew. Cece liked to forget that she could even sweat. She’d just been so utterly pleased at the same time. Forget the haters. And she had plenty of those. Supposed fans who would flood her feed with rolling eye magimojis, as they did whenever she uploaded something that wasn’t quite to their taste. (For however long she could make herself keep it up.) Things like That’s not why we follow you! and stick to fashion. Like whenever she made posts from the library like an actual student and not a fake. Whatever. She still had to wave Cisco off with a quick kiss and nuzzle, given that Cisco’s regime still outclassed hers.
She’d gotten ready and gone to breakfast, yeah. So uneventful. She could do it in her sleep. She didn’t even reach for the pancakes that were just begging to be eaten with syrup. Begging. Instead, she dutifully filled her plate with fruit and oatmeal and other healthy items that normally would have made her sweet tooth cry. True, she had only managed to catch what little was left with the end of breakfast. She had spent too much time primping in the mirror and making sure that her eyeshadow was gorgeous and coordinated to her outfit. Of course, she’d gotten the Hogwarts Post. She always did. If she flipped towards the middle, she’d even find her own article detailing this month’s biggest do’s and don’ts in Hogwarts fashion. She normally saved it for when she could huddle together with one of her Somebodies – probably Ev or Joy as she felt she hadn’t seen much of them lately and couldn’t let that stand on principle. Also, because being at the table, on the few times that she was alone, meant that she had pictures to shower with compliments and Hoots to…hoot? That didn’t feel right.
Whatever; it was close enough. That Cece wasn’t one hundred and thirty-three percent sure what had been published was a given. She read over the work she was handed – to proofread, but she generally didn’t read everything until it came out. So that she could support the Post! On her way to class, she had it tucked into her back with her other items. Right next to her pens. Then there was the sinking feeling that, maybe, something was in her teeth, given how whispers erupted around her. They weren’t even subtle about it. But a quick run of her tongue over said teeth quickly confirmed that, no. That wasn’t the case. It didn’t take long to connect the whispers to the post. To her. So she did what she did best – faked it until she made it. She ducked into class and into the seat next to Lottie, giving a brief smile. “Hey Lottie Hottie! Where’s Joy?” She asked, partly to make conversation and partly because she didn’t see the brunette and a third partly because wow. Both she and Lottie had beaten Joy to class. No matter; they’d probably make room to sit so they could giggle (Lottie and Cece) as they worked (mostly Joy). “Oh! Joyface! Come sit!” She waved, catching sight of the sweetie pie. Her eyes scanned over the Post because it was better to be prepared and all that jazz.
Only it wasn’t better. No preparation could be made.
She could physically feel all the blood leave her face and squeaked at the Joy at Charlotte because donotlookatCharlottedonotlookatCharlottedonotlookatCharlotte she needed notes and fled. Completely abandoned her quiv and her bag and fled. Fled to Hufflepuff. Fled with her head held high because she was not the kind of person that broke out into tears in the hallway or even looked like she was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. But she couldn’t stay there for long. Not knowing that Charlotte was going to come to the dorm eventually. Not knowing that Joy was going to want to mediate. Not knowing that Cisco – oh Merlin. Oh God. Cisco – was likely to hear about her just waltzing out of class like she was Nate. Nope. She grabbed her design bag when she thought it was safe enough – when enough people were not moseying about and hightailed it to the abandoned classroom she generally used as a studio. So she could be found if people wanted to find her, but also avoided so that people could leave her alone. She needed to be alone.
She half threw the door to her little studio open and slammed it shut behind her, leaning against it and breathing. We love a gal who knows how to damage control her image after a disastrous night. What the hell was that supposed to even mean? She slumped against a desk, burying her head in her arms and gritting her teeth to avoid the stinging sensation in her eyes. Nope. She wasn’t going to do it. She wasn’t going to cry again. Nope.
She’d gotten ready and gone to breakfast, yeah. So uneventful. She could do it in her sleep. She didn’t even reach for the pancakes that were just begging to be eaten with syrup. Begging. Instead, she dutifully filled her plate with fruit and oatmeal and other healthy items that normally would have made her sweet tooth cry. True, she had only managed to catch what little was left with the end of breakfast. She had spent too much time primping in the mirror and making sure that her eyeshadow was gorgeous and coordinated to her outfit. Of course, she’d gotten the Hogwarts Post. She always did. If she flipped towards the middle, she’d even find her own article detailing this month’s biggest do’s and don’ts in Hogwarts fashion. She normally saved it for when she could huddle together with one of her Somebodies – probably Ev or Joy as she felt she hadn’t seen much of them lately and couldn’t let that stand on principle. Also, because being at the table, on the few times that she was alone, meant that she had pictures to shower with compliments and Hoots to…hoot? That didn’t feel right.
Whatever; it was close enough. That Cece wasn’t one hundred and thirty-three percent sure what had been published was a given. She read over the work she was handed – to proofread, but she generally didn’t read everything until it came out. So that she could support the Post! On her way to class, she had it tucked into her back with her other items. Right next to her pens. Then there was the sinking feeling that, maybe, something was in her teeth, given how whispers erupted around her. They weren’t even subtle about it. But a quick run of her tongue over said teeth quickly confirmed that, no. That wasn’t the case. It didn’t take long to connect the whispers to the post. To her. So she did what she did best – faked it until she made it. She ducked into class and into the seat next to Lottie, giving a brief smile. “Hey Lottie Hottie! Where’s Joy?” She asked, partly to make conversation and partly because she didn’t see the brunette and a third partly because wow. Both she and Lottie had beaten Joy to class. No matter; they’d probably make room to sit so they could giggle (Lottie and Cece) as they worked (mostly Joy). “Oh! Joyface! Come sit!” She waved, catching sight of the sweetie pie. Her eyes scanned over the Post because it was better to be prepared and all that jazz.
Only it wasn’t better. No preparation could be made.
She could physically feel all the blood leave her face and squeaked at the Joy at Charlotte because donotlookatCharlottedonotlookatCharlottedonotlookatCharlotte she needed notes and fled. Completely abandoned her quiv and her bag and fled. Fled to Hufflepuff. Fled with her head held high because she was not the kind of person that broke out into tears in the hallway or even looked like she was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. But she couldn’t stay there for long. Not knowing that Charlotte was going to come to the dorm eventually. Not knowing that Joy was going to want to mediate. Not knowing that Cisco – oh Merlin. Oh God. Cisco – was likely to hear about her just waltzing out of class like she was Nate. Nope. She grabbed her design bag when she thought it was safe enough – when enough people were not moseying about and hightailed it to the abandoned classroom she generally used as a studio. So she could be found if people wanted to find her, but also avoided so that people could leave her alone. She needed to be alone.
She half threw the door to her little studio open and slammed it shut behind her, leaning against it and breathing. We love a gal who knows how to damage control her image after a disastrous night. What the hell was that supposed to even mean? She slumped against a desk, burying her head in her arms and gritting her teeth to avoid the stinging sensation in her eyes. Nope. She wasn’t going to do it. She wasn’t going to cry again. Nope.