Post by Ginny Weasley on Jul 22, 2009 14:08:41 GMT -5
She walked into the Potions Class late that day. A splitting headache from arguing with her brother left her to over sleep. She missed her first class, and she wasn't about to miss Potions. She had rushed down the hall, running one hand against her hair to make sure it didn't look like she just woke up. THe other hand had her books in it. All eyes went towards her as she entered, just like they did for anyone that arrived late. She took her seat, after placing her books down, she placed her hair up in pony tail and looked around for a moment. The class didn't seem like it wanted to end. To Ginny it had been like she was stuck in the classroom for five hours.
Ginny focused on her school, hiding any tiredness, weakness or anything that might lead to them knowing something was wrong. She caught up with the work, partnering with the person besides her. Looking up after what felt like an hour, only fifteen minutes had gone by. She wanted to sigh, she wanted to break down, but Ginny wasn't one to show something was wrong and she wasn't about to. It wasn't just the conversation with her brother, but everything. She seemed to be overwhelmed and didn't know fully why.
Ginny focused on her school, hiding any tiredness, weakness or anything that might lead to them knowing something was wrong. She caught up with the work, partnering with the person besides her. Looking up after what felt like an hour, only fifteen minutes had gone by. She wanted to sigh, she wanted to break down, but Ginny wasn't one to show something was wrong and she wasn't about to. It wasn't just the conversation with her brother, but everything. She seemed to be overwhelmed and didn't know fully why.
