Post by Des on Aug 2, 2007 13:23:47 GMT -5
Secret Identity - Des
Character Name - Rose Weasley
Parents - Ron and Hermione Weasley
Position in Family - Eldest daughter
House - Ravenclaw
Age/Year - 16/6th
Time - Heals
Sample Post [repost allowed] -
Could this class get anymore boring...
With a classic I'm-going-to-die-of-boredom sigh Rose rested her head on her hand. Plainly stated watching grass grow would be fascinating compared to another one of the Professor's lectures. Unfortunately for Rose his History of Magic was notorious for being the most boring class one could take at Hogwarts. Most of his previous students had slept through his droning speeches and when prompted couldn't recall a thing learned in that class. How pointless. So why was the young witch presently located at a desk in his class? Well silly, because its required...though why it's a required class one can only wonder.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Aside from the Professor's monotone voice the only sounds was the ticking of the clock located at the front of the room as if to taunt and torture the students as they watched time drag slowly by. Was it just Rose or did time seem to slow during this long hour. Fiddling with her pencil she doodled a bit on the parchment that was supposed to be for taking note...which of course she never took, it was a rare occasion that she was actually awake enough in this class to draw. Lazily she sketched a wizard with an arrow through his heart before gazing about the classroom. The majority of the students had their heads on their desks, eyes closed as they slept. The Professor never even bothered to reprimand anyone, She had decided it was because in order to scold the students for sleeping he would have to admit that he was boring...he must be in denial.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick...
A couple seats away a girl snored lightly as the boy next to her stared off into space eyes as glazed as donuts. Drumming her fingers she fidgeted, she longed to be outside enjoying the warm day it was perfect for being outside especially after the crummy weather, not stuck in this stuffy classroom that smelled of musty books. Only twenty more minutes...you can make it.. Or could she? Twirling one of her long locks of chestnut-colored hair Rose let another sigh of boredom escape. How did the Professor's previous students survive a whole year of this? It seemed impossible, surely she would die of boredom or find herself mentally unstable within the month. Tuning into the Professor's lecture momentarily she caught something about a wizard that accomplished.....something... before zoning out again and going back to watching her classmates
CLANG CLANG CLANG
The bell to most sounded like a loud annoying clang but to Rose it sounded as wonderful as an angel’s voice. That bell meant freedom, it meant she had somehow managed to pull through another one of the professor's classes and lived to tell the tale...not that there was much to tell. Quickly gathering her books and parchment, she stuffed them into her shoulder bag before slinging it over her shoulder. Now time to join the herd as they stampeded toward the door, each student more than eager to be fleeing the dull classroom. The sole good thing about the class was as soon as it was done they were home free since it was their last class of the day. Thankfully. She wasn't sure if she would manage if all she had to look forward to during that class was her next class.
Edging her way to the door swapped a few words with some friends her familiar smile playing at her lips as they joked. As usual she was one of the last students out the door. No matter how quickly she moved she was always one of the last, oh well no rush. Stepping out of the classroom Rose was greeted with a breath of fresh air. She walked down the hall wondering what the class had actually been about.
She dug in her shoulder bag, a slip of paper fell out and gracefully flew down the hall. She sighed and went after it. With a rather romantic flare she snatched the paper out of the air. Ha, she could have been a seeker! That would have made her parents proud. Looking at the paper she smiled and made her way out to the grounds and smiled as the sun kissed her face. It was wonderful to be outside once again. Looking around she wondered where her brother had gotten to today. Ah, no matter Rose was free. Heading towards the flower beds she smiled as she sunk down next to a garden of roses. Taking a slight whiff she sighed and laid back her hands behind her head. The clouds began to morph shapes and Rose closed her eyes.
Character Name - Rose Weasley
Parents - Ron and Hermione Weasley
Position in Family - Eldest daughter
House - Ravenclaw
Age/Year - 16/6th
Time - Heals
Sample Post [repost allowed] -
Could this class get anymore boring...
With a classic I'm-going-to-die-of-boredom sigh Rose rested her head on her hand. Plainly stated watching grass grow would be fascinating compared to another one of the Professor's lectures. Unfortunately for Rose his History of Magic was notorious for being the most boring class one could take at Hogwarts. Most of his previous students had slept through his droning speeches and when prompted couldn't recall a thing learned in that class. How pointless. So why was the young witch presently located at a desk in his class? Well silly, because its required...though why it's a required class one can only wonder.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Aside from the Professor's monotone voice the only sounds was the ticking of the clock located at the front of the room as if to taunt and torture the students as they watched time drag slowly by. Was it just Rose or did time seem to slow during this long hour. Fiddling with her pencil she doodled a bit on the parchment that was supposed to be for taking note...which of course she never took, it was a rare occasion that she was actually awake enough in this class to draw. Lazily she sketched a wizard with an arrow through his heart before gazing about the classroom. The majority of the students had their heads on their desks, eyes closed as they slept. The Professor never even bothered to reprimand anyone, She had decided it was because in order to scold the students for sleeping he would have to admit that he was boring...he must be in denial.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick...
A couple seats away a girl snored lightly as the boy next to her stared off into space eyes as glazed as donuts. Drumming her fingers she fidgeted, she longed to be outside enjoying the warm day it was perfect for being outside especially after the crummy weather, not stuck in this stuffy classroom that smelled of musty books. Only twenty more minutes...you can make it.. Or could she? Twirling one of her long locks of chestnut-colored hair Rose let another sigh of boredom escape. How did the Professor's previous students survive a whole year of this? It seemed impossible, surely she would die of boredom or find herself mentally unstable within the month. Tuning into the Professor's lecture momentarily she caught something about a wizard that accomplished.....something... before zoning out again and going back to watching her classmates
CLANG CLANG CLANG
The bell to most sounded like a loud annoying clang but to Rose it sounded as wonderful as an angel’s voice. That bell meant freedom, it meant she had somehow managed to pull through another one of the professor's classes and lived to tell the tale...not that there was much to tell. Quickly gathering her books and parchment, she stuffed them into her shoulder bag before slinging it over her shoulder. Now time to join the herd as they stampeded toward the door, each student more than eager to be fleeing the dull classroom. The sole good thing about the class was as soon as it was done they were home free since it was their last class of the day. Thankfully. She wasn't sure if she would manage if all she had to look forward to during that class was her next class.
Edging her way to the door swapped a few words with some friends her familiar smile playing at her lips as they joked. As usual she was one of the last students out the door. No matter how quickly she moved she was always one of the last, oh well no rush. Stepping out of the classroom Rose was greeted with a breath of fresh air. She walked down the hall wondering what the class had actually been about.
She dug in her shoulder bag, a slip of paper fell out and gracefully flew down the hall. She sighed and went after it. With a rather romantic flare she snatched the paper out of the air. Ha, she could have been a seeker! That would have made her parents proud. Looking at the paper she smiled and made her way out to the grounds and smiled as the sun kissed her face. It was wonderful to be outside once again. Looking around she wondered where her brother had gotten to today. Ah, no matter Rose was free. Heading towards the flower beds she smiled as she sunk down next to a garden of roses. Taking a slight whiff she sighed and laid back her hands behind her head. The clouds began to morph shapes and Rose closed her eyes.