Post by Victoria Abernathy on Jun 11, 2012 18:43:32 GMT -5
No books, no books, no studying It was a mantra that she was repeating to herself over and over again, end of term was only days away. All of the real course work was done, finals had already been taken. There was nothing that she could do at this point, nothing was going to help her case. Yet, there was all of that summer work that she could have been getting a head start on...this shouldn't be so very difficult. Victoria was capable of having fun, she really was...it just..had been difficult lately. Once she got her head into school mode, usually around Christmas time each year she really started to buckle down, which was worth good and bad. Good, because that was just in time for midterms, and then she kept momentum until finals...but whenever ti came time for summer again..well she had a hard time pulling herself out of it. She, she was trying. She had spent the entirety of breakfast writing this letter to her mother and gorging herself on toast. It was supposed to be a quiet morning, test results were going to be coming out every day now, and since they were normally delivered with the morning post, she had been attempting to occupy herself during breakfast, which normally resulted in overeating. Well, it was only over eating because Quidditch season was over, meaning no more practice. Since Victoria didn't care for any physical activity outside of Quidditch, she was bound to gain weight...promising herself a one piece all summer long, which in turn meant very awkward burn lines, as she couldn't tan to save her life. Another downside to being a redhead.
Her hair was tied back behind her head, though wry curls were managing to spring out of the messy bun that she had stuffed her overly large hair into earlier upon leaving the dorm this morning. She was in standard clothing, still feeling strange about not being in a uniform. Yet, it was all part of the process wasn't it? She had to get out of the uniform to get out of her school mind set, which was proving more difficult than it had been previous years. This was going to be her last summer, the last time that she would be leaving and returning, next year was it, there was no more school...she would have to sink or swim on her own after that. Merlin was she nervous about that, even if it was so far into the future. Her legs were jean clad, which felt weird that they weren't in a skirt, she had been wearing one almost all year, and it was fortunately nice enough out today that she was in a bright red tank top with a white pull over, the kind with a deep v in front and sleeves that only came down to her elbows. Comfortable enough, it was the sort of thing that she would have worn during the summer, maybe minus the pull over but she still felt awkward not in her uniform. Since the only red she was wearing apart from her hair was her tank top...it was...weird, but not foreign. Pushing the stray curls back behind her ears, Victoria bounded out of the castle and out onto the grounds. People were already in the process of their celebrations, lounging around the grounds, soaking up the sun not burdened with books or heavy bags, no bottles of ink or quills clutched in their hands. Nobody was rushing anywhere, they were all just socializing, hugging, talking and already starting in on their goodbyes. They still had four whole days left, weren't they getting a little ahead of themselves? Summer was the worst part of her whole year. Since she lived so far away from the school she hardly got to see any of her friends, just had to deal with her parents and extended family. On good years, they would take a trip, but most of the time it was just her camping out in her room with popcorn and tons of old movies, wondering what it was that all of her friends were up to. At least she was an excellent pen pal.
It had taken a very long time for her parents to understand why owls were constantly pecking at her door, why they were delivering her messages. Victoria had had to explain time and time again that that was just the way that they did mail, no traditional post for them. Not unlike the pigeon carriers from long ago, even muggles used to use birds as post masters. It could have been worse, it could have been men riding dragons to deliver the post..but that wouldn't be very discrete would it. Giggling to herself, Victoria took the steps up to the owlery slowly, careful not to put her hands on the bannisters. It seemed like even the dodgy old caretaker was attempting to get into the summer spirit. The railways didn't seem like they had been cleaned in a very, very long time. In her hand was a letter addressed to her mother, letting her know the exact details of when and where to pick her up, even though she had been doing it for years now, the scatterbrained woman tended to forget if she wasn't reminded. At least Victoria knew where she got that tendency from. It also contained her personal opinions on her testing as well as some tasteful descriptions of her classes and friends. Her mother liked to feel like she was in the loop, but too much magic talk made her nervous. She was a kind woman, and she really was trying but she didn't really grasp the whole magic thing, even whenever Victoria showed her, the woman would just faint. Perhaps that was the real reason that underage wizards weren't allowed to do magic at home. Finding the closest school owl she fished into her pocket for the small bit of bacon she had smuggled away from the breakfast table and fed it to the overstuffed tan bird, who hooted in appreciation for the food. Tying the letter to the birds ankle he awaited instructions “Mrs. Abernathy please” she muttered, giving her address second, giving the bird the last bit of bacon it soared out. It might be pleased with her now, but it certainly wasn't going to be pleased whenever her mother shooshed it away with a broom, let alone the fact that there wouldn't be any food tip for him waiting at her family home.
Her hair was tied back behind her head, though wry curls were managing to spring out of the messy bun that she had stuffed her overly large hair into earlier upon leaving the dorm this morning. She was in standard clothing, still feeling strange about not being in a uniform. Yet, it was all part of the process wasn't it? She had to get out of the uniform to get out of her school mind set, which was proving more difficult than it had been previous years. This was going to be her last summer, the last time that she would be leaving and returning, next year was it, there was no more school...she would have to sink or swim on her own after that. Merlin was she nervous about that, even if it was so far into the future. Her legs were jean clad, which felt weird that they weren't in a skirt, she had been wearing one almost all year, and it was fortunately nice enough out today that she was in a bright red tank top with a white pull over, the kind with a deep v in front and sleeves that only came down to her elbows. Comfortable enough, it was the sort of thing that she would have worn during the summer, maybe minus the pull over but she still felt awkward not in her uniform. Since the only red she was wearing apart from her hair was her tank top...it was...weird, but not foreign. Pushing the stray curls back behind her ears, Victoria bounded out of the castle and out onto the grounds. People were already in the process of their celebrations, lounging around the grounds, soaking up the sun not burdened with books or heavy bags, no bottles of ink or quills clutched in their hands. Nobody was rushing anywhere, they were all just socializing, hugging, talking and already starting in on their goodbyes. They still had four whole days left, weren't they getting a little ahead of themselves? Summer was the worst part of her whole year. Since she lived so far away from the school she hardly got to see any of her friends, just had to deal with her parents and extended family. On good years, they would take a trip, but most of the time it was just her camping out in her room with popcorn and tons of old movies, wondering what it was that all of her friends were up to. At least she was an excellent pen pal.
It had taken a very long time for her parents to understand why owls were constantly pecking at her door, why they were delivering her messages. Victoria had had to explain time and time again that that was just the way that they did mail, no traditional post for them. Not unlike the pigeon carriers from long ago, even muggles used to use birds as post masters. It could have been worse, it could have been men riding dragons to deliver the post..but that wouldn't be very discrete would it. Giggling to herself, Victoria took the steps up to the owlery slowly, careful not to put her hands on the bannisters. It seemed like even the dodgy old caretaker was attempting to get into the summer spirit. The railways didn't seem like they had been cleaned in a very, very long time. In her hand was a letter addressed to her mother, letting her know the exact details of when and where to pick her up, even though she had been doing it for years now, the scatterbrained woman tended to forget if she wasn't reminded. At least Victoria knew where she got that tendency from. It also contained her personal opinions on her testing as well as some tasteful descriptions of her classes and friends. Her mother liked to feel like she was in the loop, but too much magic talk made her nervous. She was a kind woman, and she really was trying but she didn't really grasp the whole magic thing, even whenever Victoria showed her, the woman would just faint. Perhaps that was the real reason that underage wizards weren't allowed to do magic at home. Finding the closest school owl she fished into her pocket for the small bit of bacon she had smuggled away from the breakfast table and fed it to the overstuffed tan bird, who hooted in appreciation for the food. Tying the letter to the birds ankle he awaited instructions “Mrs. Abernathy please” she muttered, giving her address second, giving the bird the last bit of bacon it soared out. It might be pleased with her now, but it certainly wasn't going to be pleased whenever her mother shooshed it away with a broom, let alone the fact that there wouldn't be any food tip for him waiting at her family home.
