Lutece Anthony
July 06, 2008 11:52 AM
First Midterm at School by Lutece Anthony
Midterm had started a few days ago, and already Lutece was bored. She would've been equally bored at home though. And quite possibly more on edge, since her parents would probably be screaming at or around her. From what Liss said (true, the last letter had been somewhere in October), things were pretty bad at home. It didn't help things much that she didn't have any friends, really. The friends she had left when she had entered Sonora were mostly away when Midterm and term break happened. Given that, and the fact that communicating via post was so outdated. And that most of her old friends would have totally flipped out if a huge owl landed on their windowsill and handed them a letter written in ink.Pretty much, her entire vacation would've been miserable and spent at home, so Lutece was perfectly willing to forgo the experience and stay at Sonora over Midterm. It was a fairly astonishing decision, or would have been for anyone who only remembered Lutece from first year. She was actually kind of looking forward to it, though. The third year would have the Pitch almost completely to herself, and even though her roommates were going home, there might still be somebody left for her to hang out with.
Lutece was also planning on doing some major studying over the Midterm for Quidditch and for schoolwork. If she kept her grades up and learned more techniques, she was almost positive she'd be able to make the team next year. Maybe even the official team and not just as an alternate!
That was one of the reasons she was in the library at the moment. There was a half started letter to her family shoved underneath a book somewhere in the mess about her. Lutece hadn't got very far before she realised that she didn't really care about what her family was doing at the time. Her mother would probably be very annoyed at her for choosing to spend Midterm at school, and that gave Lutece a slightly smug feeling in the pit of her stomach. But what she was really interested in were the Quidditch magazines in front of her. Deeply immersed in an article on Norway's top Keeper, Lutece hardly noticed that someone was standing in front of the table until they said something, and Lutece's blue-green eyes shot up from the text.
"Hi," she said somewhat vaguely, pushing her highlighted brown hair behind one ear. "What did you say? Sorry, I was reading."
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