Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2012 11:19:08 GMT -5
The classroom was stifling. She could see the sun shining and the leaves of the large oak trees surrounding the lake blowing gently in the wind, making the urge to get out of the classroom even worse than it had been when she had entered. Blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes Adelaide’s eyes wandered to the clock at the top of the blackboard. Five minutes left. It had already felt like hours since the drab lecture on Egyptian hieroglyphs had started. The class hadn’t been at all what she expected when she had signed up for it at the beginning of second term. She enjoyed travelling and learning about historical landmarks in the wizarding world and had thought that this would be the perfect class to take. However, when she quickly learned that the subject matter dealt more with runic scriptures than anything else, it had been a very awful realization indeed. To make things worse, when she had complained to her parents they had nothing to comfort her. Instead, they encouraged her to try new things and not to be a quitter, forcing her to stay in the class for the entire duration of the school term. Adelaide’s only saving grace had been an attractive seventh year Ravenclaw boy that sat a few rows ahead of her. She had often lost herself in the messy black hair that covered his handsome head. They were also the times that the professor had always called on her, making her come off as a bumbling idiot which surely didn’t impress the object of her affection. As if the day couldn’t get any more worse, the cute Ravenclaw hadn’t even showed for class today. She had been forced to actually take notes and pay attention.
Adelaide wasn’t purposely a bad student. Sometimes she just had issues focusing as well as she needed to. She didn’t consider herself to have A.D.D or anything but simply lost interest quickly if something didn’t immediately pop out and grab her attention. She supposed she would have done better in school if she put in a little more effort, but since she was passing her classes as needed she figured that was good enough. She bit down on her lip as she looked back up to the clock once again. Three more minutes. Huffing quietly, she rolled her eyes and forced her gaze to the professor. That didn’t help much. The man was standing still and going on about how hieroglyphic characters never sounded like they looked. Adelaide couldn’t imagine learning the language. She’d have probably gotten lost from the very first lesson. She just didn’t understand why things had to be made harder then they needed to. Two more minutes. Her leg began to shake out of anticipation. Her fingertips drummed on the surface of the desk. This had to be considered torture. One more minute. Her eyes remained on the clock as she watched the second hand make its slow rotation around the face. Thirty more seconds. She had to get out of here. She had to break free and make it outdoors to spend the rest of her day. A walk around the lake would probably be in order after this nonsense. Or taking refuge in the stands of the Quidditch pitch to watch team practices. Fifteen more seconds. Adelaide covered her mouth with her free hand at the risk of groaning and getting assigned detention. The professor had no idea of the time, still going on about 15th century Egypt and the further developments of the writing. Ten more seconds. Her lips silently mouthed the countdown. Five more seconds.
Finally, the bell. Standing up, Adelaide began to gather her things instantly. “And for homework class, I want you to draw the hieroglyphics of the assigned words and write the proper pronunciation for each next to them. It will be due the next class period so get it done in a timely manner.” Before he had finished, she was already walking towards the end of her row. “Especially you Miss. Saulnier.” She smiled at him in response, too anxious to get outside to take notice of the chuckling at her expense around her. She took the stairs nearly two at a time and reached the door in what had to be record time. As expected, one of her close friends was waiting for her at the door. “Let’s go outside. It’s gorgeous out.” Pulling the shoulder strap of her bag up higher on her shoulder, Adelaide nodded. “It’s like you read my mind.” The two girls continued to laugh and talk about their days on the long descent from the Study of Ancient Runes classroom to the main hall. She was thankful that her friend’s speed was able to match that of her own. The girl’s desire to enjoy the rest of the beautiful day was as overwhelming as hers it appeared. The only thing that could make the time better was someone who equally shared as much excitement as she did for the outdoor venture. “Let’s walk down to the pitch,” she suggested as they stepped off the final step of the grand staircase that led to the upper floors. “Gryffindor should be getting ready to go in the next little bit. I think this is the first day that the cute Chaser that broke both his legs in last month’s match against Ravenclaw is back.” Once her friend nodded in agreement, two girls walked out of the large entrance doors and into the courtyard.
They had crossed the halfway point when Adelaide stopped suddenly, groaning. “What’s the matter?” She looked down to her bag and began digging through it. “I forgot my Charms homework.” Her friend laughed. “Right Addy. Like you’re really going to get any homework done in the next hour.” She shrugged. “I have to try. My parents have been on my case about getting my work done. Plus, if I turn in another unfinished assignment Professor Alderman will give me a detention for every one that wasn’t complete. Go ahead and go without me. I’ll catch up in like ten minutes.” Waving goodbye to the girl, Adelaide turned on her heel and lowered her head, darting between the oncoming wave of students with the same ideas in mind for their day. She was almost to the door when she felt someone bump hard into her shoulder. Or it could have been her fault. She wasn’t sure. “I’m sorry!” she yelled back, continuing to the doors as not to waste anymore time.
Adelaide wasn’t purposely a bad student. Sometimes she just had issues focusing as well as she needed to. She didn’t consider herself to have A.D.D or anything but simply lost interest quickly if something didn’t immediately pop out and grab her attention. She supposed she would have done better in school if she put in a little more effort, but since she was passing her classes as needed she figured that was good enough. She bit down on her lip as she looked back up to the clock once again. Three more minutes. Huffing quietly, she rolled her eyes and forced her gaze to the professor. That didn’t help much. The man was standing still and going on about how hieroglyphic characters never sounded like they looked. Adelaide couldn’t imagine learning the language. She’d have probably gotten lost from the very first lesson. She just didn’t understand why things had to be made harder then they needed to. Two more minutes. Her leg began to shake out of anticipation. Her fingertips drummed on the surface of the desk. This had to be considered torture. One more minute. Her eyes remained on the clock as she watched the second hand make its slow rotation around the face. Thirty more seconds. She had to get out of here. She had to break free and make it outdoors to spend the rest of her day. A walk around the lake would probably be in order after this nonsense. Or taking refuge in the stands of the Quidditch pitch to watch team practices. Fifteen more seconds. Adelaide covered her mouth with her free hand at the risk of groaning and getting assigned detention. The professor had no idea of the time, still going on about 15th century Egypt and the further developments of the writing. Ten more seconds. Her lips silently mouthed the countdown. Five more seconds.
Finally, the bell. Standing up, Adelaide began to gather her things instantly. “And for homework class, I want you to draw the hieroglyphics of the assigned words and write the proper pronunciation for each next to them. It will be due the next class period so get it done in a timely manner.” Before he had finished, she was already walking towards the end of her row. “Especially you Miss. Saulnier.” She smiled at him in response, too anxious to get outside to take notice of the chuckling at her expense around her. She took the stairs nearly two at a time and reached the door in what had to be record time. As expected, one of her close friends was waiting for her at the door. “Let’s go outside. It’s gorgeous out.” Pulling the shoulder strap of her bag up higher on her shoulder, Adelaide nodded. “It’s like you read my mind.” The two girls continued to laugh and talk about their days on the long descent from the Study of Ancient Runes classroom to the main hall. She was thankful that her friend’s speed was able to match that of her own. The girl’s desire to enjoy the rest of the beautiful day was as overwhelming as hers it appeared. The only thing that could make the time better was someone who equally shared as much excitement as she did for the outdoor venture. “Let’s walk down to the pitch,” she suggested as they stepped off the final step of the grand staircase that led to the upper floors. “Gryffindor should be getting ready to go in the next little bit. I think this is the first day that the cute Chaser that broke both his legs in last month’s match against Ravenclaw is back.” Once her friend nodded in agreement, two girls walked out of the large entrance doors and into the courtyard.
They had crossed the halfway point when Adelaide stopped suddenly, groaning. “What’s the matter?” She looked down to her bag and began digging through it. “I forgot my Charms homework.” Her friend laughed. “Right Addy. Like you’re really going to get any homework done in the next hour.” She shrugged. “I have to try. My parents have been on my case about getting my work done. Plus, if I turn in another unfinished assignment Professor Alderman will give me a detention for every one that wasn’t complete. Go ahead and go without me. I’ll catch up in like ten minutes.” Waving goodbye to the girl, Adelaide turned on her heel and lowered her head, darting between the oncoming wave of students with the same ideas in mind for their day. She was almost to the door when she felt someone bump hard into her shoulder. Or it could have been her fault. She wasn’t sure. “I’m sorry!” she yelled back, continuing to the doors as not to waste anymore time.
