Essay Writ-OH! (Open)

[Rys Ruckmons]

Ryan thought he could easily be diagnosed with ADD, or maybe minor ADHD. That was what his brother had told him anyway; Edmund thought Ryan had always been edgy and ready to bounce around on a moment's notice. One moment the Hufflepuff would be studying, the next his mind was focused on something happening half way across the common room. If he wanted a career as an auror, he had to learn how to keep his eyes and brain on one task. Heck, if he wanted to do well in school he had to. He need to bring up his Transfiguration and Potions grades. They were easily his two worse subjects.

The fifteen year old was easily distracted and his mind often wandered. One of his many faults. Ryan flipped through his text book, scratched out a sentence in his essay and the rewrote it; his somewhat untidy scrawl taking up half the parchment page. Then a random reflection of something caught his attention. Someone must of had a mirror and it had hit a light or something, because there was a rainbow on the constant move on the basement wall, along with a square of light. It was pretty! Then a chain reaction started: the light made him think of his patrounus, which made him think of his spell work, which made him think of transfiguration, which reminded him that he needed to practice.

He glanced at his essay, debating either trying to turn a kettle into a tortoise or finishing an essay. Kettle into a tortoise or bunny into slippers, anyways. Ryan shivered. He didn't much like animate into inanimate. Poor animals! He didn't think wizards would like to get randomly cast into objects. Which made him think. Maybe he could start an Animal Rights movement. His parents had told him that there was one in the non-magical world. Why couldn't there be one in the magical one too? They could petition! .... which made him think of his essay again. Right, original dilemma. Essay or transfiguration spell? Then he forgot about both as the shine caught his eye again.

This time, the shine reminded him of bubbles. Now he had another option: go out side to blow bubbles. He tapped his quill, his mind starting to wander aimlessly and almost cautiously. There were plenty of things in his mind that he'd love to remember, but certainly there were those thoughts that he'd like to forget.

OOC: I'mma trying to be a good lil' member xD
IC: 405

[Terrence Watson]

" Let us end there today, shall we scholars" Those wonderful, magic words were all that Terrence needed to hear before he bounced out of his seat and flew out the door. One needs to always leave History of Magic rather quickly, less you get left behind for eternity in that classroom. Terrence enjoyed History but dogs, some days were just too dry for even him to find interesting. One of his favorite things to do was to make little armies and enchant them to fight each other. It was a much more interesting way to study plus who doesn't love making little troll soliders? He whizzed through the courtyard, feeling the warm sun on his face. Most days, he would have stopped to enjoy the fleeting moment of a school day ended, but today was just not the day for ignoring studies.

Since the beginning of the term, every professor has hounded about O.W.L.S. and something involving determining the rest of your life, being removed from wizarding society if you fail, things along those lines. Of course, every Watson has received no less than 7 Outstandings, as bright as Terrence was, he may be the first not to. He shuttered at the thought of disapproving his family. However, that always seemed to be a natural talent of his. Hopping over every other stair, he made his way through the corridor to the library. The librarian was a mean, old bat who could be persuaded to help students find the restricted books, but only by the very best brandy. Terrence had been known to give up a bottle or two in order to learn spells that were deemed "elementary" in his household. He gave a quiet nod, she gave the " If you make any noise at all, you will die a horrible, tragic death" look. Terrence needed no reminders of that peculiar cue and hurried to the back.

After selecting the most comfortable little knook, Terrence began to take out his school books surrounding his table like a little nest. The real reason why he did this, was so that others wouldn't see exactly what he was doing behind the books. Again, maybe enchanting little troll soliders might not be the wisest decision to make in the library. He took a quick peek to see if there were eyes watching and who did he chance upon but Ryan. A devilish grin crossed Terrence's face. He knew Ryan was probably already distracted and thinking of something entirely other than the yards of parchment in front of him. Stealthily, Terrence moved among the book shelves, crumbling up pieces of parchment as he walked. He stopped around the corner of the shelves, slowly took a peek around, and gently underhanded the crumbled ball until it hit Ryan square on the back of his head. Terrence of course hid around the corner, trying desperately to cover his little schoolgirl giggles.