I HAVE GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL BITCHES. I FINALLY HAVE TIME AGAIN!

ooc; School is a pain in the ass. Two more weeks and I am done.

ooc; Guys, I am so sorry for being so damn busy. My exams start May 2… I’ll be done after that.

Who do I owe what? 

hannahgillenwater:

The Gillenwater sisters came as different as they are. There was a clear line that separated them - they were individuals, one completely different from the other, despite being sisters. But they were sisters, first and foremost, and if there was one thing that the Gillenwater sisters shared it was this - the Look. That Look that only meant one thing and only had true purpose. That Look that clearly had one message - “judging you.” 

Who was this girl? Hannah thought. And why did she want to talk to her of all the people in her school? She had made a point to remain quiet and remain just off to the side of things, preferably where she can’t be seen. And there was that point too, that she’d rather not talk to people. She didn’t know this girl. And this girl didn’t know her. And she didn’t care; or could care less about this blonde haired girl standing in front of her.

Hannah wondered then what this Erica girl wanted with her. She blinked in reply (a response that could be more or less rude, if anything), not really used to human interaction or socialization. She wasn’t really someone that conformed right into normal social protocols, whatever those were. And then, she looked away, unresponsive.

A look flashed across the girl’s face. It was a look she recognised. She immediately knew that this girl was one of the Gillenwater children, because the look she’d flashed Erica was the characteristic “judging you” look that they had. Usually that meant that they didn’t like you, but Erica was trying something new because she decided that only trusting Della was probably a dangerous game.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk to me, I don’t usually like talking to people either. But I couldn’t resist your cat. It’s such a cutie.” Erica smiled. She’d always wanted a cat, but since her father was allergic she’d never been able to get one. Instead she had a falcon at home but she couldn’t take that to school because Hogwarts didn’t allow students to have falcons. She didn’t see the difference between having a falcon and having an owl, they both ate meat, didn’t they?

At school she had a regular barn owl, but he wasn’t much company. He enjoyed biting her (a lot) and she didn’t need any extra scars thanks very much, so usually he stayed locked away in his cage.

hannahgillenwater:

There are some who were meant to the be on the forefront of things: leaders leading their followers, people who were out there, people who liked being out there, people who strived to be recognized at all cost. And there are some who were meant to one backburner: wallflowers, followers following their leaders, the unnoticed, the watchers, the observer, the quiet. That was Hannah Gillenwater. Had she not had a sister in seventh year, and another one in fifth year - both of whom were already well-known around the school - she may have been forgotten altogether. She never spoke - not a single word since the day her father walked out of the door and never returned. Her mother thought it was somewhat problematic but it did balance out her sister Georgina’s sassyness; so she let it be. 

She was fine by it, really. It left her as much freedom as possible. There was this one time in her fourth year when she had not gone to class for a week and no one noticed. Not even the teachers. She sat in the back anyway, off to the side, with her head down and as usual, minding her own business. The words the teachers spoke were always in a haze. She didn’t care too much for those things - not like the way her older sisters cared about school. They were good at school anyway, and she always felt as though she shouldn’t even try to compare or try as hard them. 

It was twelve o’clock and there she sat by the lake, cross legged with a sandwich at hand. There were too many people in the Great Hall anyway. Too many; and that made her anxious. She was fine in the silence; the hustle and bustle usually unsettled her nerves. On her lap was her black cat, Poe, resting and purring. Quiet as ever, she watched as a group of second years were playing a game of skipping stones by the lake and then her gaze moved from one end to the next, and there she found a couple, their fingers locked together as they walked hand in hand. There was the shrill laughter of two friends running, one behind the other trying to catch up. 

She let out a deep breath, slumping a little as she furrowed her brow at the sight in front of her. 

It wasn’t that Erica hated people, she’d just had enough of the stupid ones that sat at the Hufflepuff table. There wasn’t anywhere else for her to go though, no other table she could sit at. Well she could sit with Della, but the rumour mill was still churning out stuff about the two of them and she wasn’t really ready to confront those yet. So, instead of facing the people she ran. She ran to the lake side to clear her mind, to get away from all of the faces she didn’t want to see.

Clearly she wasn’t the only one there though. It was busier than she’d expected, especially for the time of year. But she’d spotted someone else who wasn’t taking part in all of the socializing going on, and being a Hufflepuff something urged her to go talk to the girl.

After a few nervous steps Erica told herself to pull herself together and stepped over to the girl, smiling brightly. “Hi, I don’t think I’ve met you before,” she said to the girl, “I’m Erica.”

ooc; ERICA HAS AN OPEN POST