Twas Three Weeks Before Christmas...(Open) Dec 29, 2008 12:25:39 GMT -5
Post by Livinia Lange on Dec 29, 2008 12:25:39 GMT -5
Twas three weeks before Christmas and Livinia Lange was up on a stool in the middle of the common room overseeing the decorating process for her favorite Holiday. She watched with a careful and artistic eye as she instructed two first years on hanging the garland along the fireplace.
"No, you twat! Get a stool and pin that up higher," She snapped. The boy gave her a glare but went off to find a stool anyway. There was his favorite toy she'd taken away from him or whatever it was in it for him if he'd helped her. His goon was just doing it because he had told him too.
Having a minor patience problem, Liv saw fit to step down and move her stool to the fire place, deciding she could do a better job herself. First years seemed to get stupider with every new batch. With a flick of her wand she had her garland where she wanted it and was stepping down with satisfaction.
She'd always had a knack for decorating and had overseen the decorating process at her own home. She had felt it her duty to bring her particular gift to her home away from home.
Smoothing out her grey skirt and making sure her black turtle neck was still in order before turning to look at the bare Christmas Tree in the corner of the room. It was always the duty of the Seventh years to decorate the common room Christmas tree. This set her in another foul mood. People like Jonathan Macnair would be decorating the Christmas tree. A scowl graced her face and she had to turn away.
With a sigh, she returned her stool to a side wall before lowering herself into an armchair, sitting on the very edge of it. She lifted the chocolate box she had sat down earlier towards her, extracting a lovely little white chocolate morsel and popping it into her mouth before glancing around the almost deserted common room. Where was everybody?
Ever since her lovely little encounter with Fred Weasley she had been more and more alone. For once she had no earthly idea where Kamilla was and she had eaten dinner by herself. She gave a self-pitying sigh. And there was a new boy who wasn't really new to her that she hadn't introduced herself to yet. She felt like she was losing her edge. Maybe she was...