Post by Stockmon on Dec 10, 2011 21:48:46 GMT -6
Perry stepped out of the shower and dried off her hands before grabbing her stretchy silver choker and attached it around her throat. It was a makeshift little object with a flap that covered her iPod shuffle after she clipped it on there. The cord for her earbuds was wrapped around until she only had enough to reach her ears. With Tea Party by Kerli playing in her head Perry went about finishing drying off and getting dressed.
She put on dark scotch knee high socks, black yoga pants tied in the front, a black and purple striped long-sleeve top that buttoned halfway up front the middle. She had the shirt buttoned all the way that day. Sometimes she wore a tank top underneath and left all the buttons undone, or wore a lacy bra and had most of the buttons undone. It was no wonder chaperones hated Perry, but what did she care? Turn on the charm and flash a little innocent face, pretend not to know what’s going on and she no longer cared if she got in trouble. She pulled on a gray zip up hoodies, brown ballet flats, and attached a green stretch bracelet to her right arm. Before heading to the library Perry grabbed her plaid print traveler backpack.
Hogwarts was all sorts of strange. As a teenager from America moving to England had been annoying. Sure the accents were hot, but Perry didn’t need a boy to be talking to keep her attention. In fact sometimes the talking just made it worse. Not all boys were as smart as they were pretty. But Perry preferred smart to pretty. However she wasn’t looking for a relationship, with anyone. So she read. She was probably as skilled as an exceptional first year, a slightly below average second year. The most remedial third year. And there was no way Perry qualified as a sixth year, except that she was sixteen years old. They had to make a deal, and Jessie had apparently gone a lot of bargaining, negotiating, and pleading to get Perry here. She felt momentarily guilty about their last conversation. Screaming at the woman. She didn’t mean to be so hateful, but Jessie was just so boring. And emotionless. Perry walked into the library.
She was being tutored for a few hours after class each weekday, but it was boring. They had put her in 2nd year classes to accommodate her lack of education. She was catching up alright, her mind love to analyze and solve puzzles, but it wasn’t fast enough. To graduate she would need to study for several hours each weekday, another few on weekends, have cram classes over winter and summer break. And then maybe by the time all of her fellow students were graduating she could be ready too. For a smart girl, someone who could skate by on even her most apathetic days in public school, and impressed teachers when she really cared it was infuriating to be so amateur. She wanted to read a book. Fiction. Something irrelevant. Drown out her sorrows as she stuffed her iPod and choker into her backpack.
She needed a friend to talk to her and encourage her, but for a girl with no ties and no desire to make any that became slightly impossible. So she decided to do what she’d done the last weekend. Jessie had given her a few of the simpler books on magic and would surely have attempted to help her with them but Perry would have nothing to do with her. So she had come to the library last week to rent a particular book on potions. They must have had a test over that book somewhere because Perry couldn’t find any copies of it. In annoyance she found her way to the front desk. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to anyone, even if she needed to, but she wanted an alternative book. It had been a painful term and most people had gone home for the break. But Perry didn’t want to see Jessie. She didn’t want to get settled. She wanted to get better. She drummed her fingers against the desk and waited patiently.
She put on dark scotch knee high socks, black yoga pants tied in the front, a black and purple striped long-sleeve top that buttoned halfway up front the middle. She had the shirt buttoned all the way that day. Sometimes she wore a tank top underneath and left all the buttons undone, or wore a lacy bra and had most of the buttons undone. It was no wonder chaperones hated Perry, but what did she care? Turn on the charm and flash a little innocent face, pretend not to know what’s going on and she no longer cared if she got in trouble. She pulled on a gray zip up hoodies, brown ballet flats, and attached a green stretch bracelet to her right arm. Before heading to the library Perry grabbed her plaid print traveler backpack.
Hogwarts was all sorts of strange. As a teenager from America moving to England had been annoying. Sure the accents were hot, but Perry didn’t need a boy to be talking to keep her attention. In fact sometimes the talking just made it worse. Not all boys were as smart as they were pretty. But Perry preferred smart to pretty. However she wasn’t looking for a relationship, with anyone. So she read. She was probably as skilled as an exceptional first year, a slightly below average second year. The most remedial third year. And there was no way Perry qualified as a sixth year, except that she was sixteen years old. They had to make a deal, and Jessie had apparently gone a lot of bargaining, negotiating, and pleading to get Perry here. She felt momentarily guilty about their last conversation. Screaming at the woman. She didn’t mean to be so hateful, but Jessie was just so boring. And emotionless. Perry walked into the library.
She was being tutored for a few hours after class each weekday, but it was boring. They had put her in 2nd year classes to accommodate her lack of education. She was catching up alright, her mind love to analyze and solve puzzles, but it wasn’t fast enough. To graduate she would need to study for several hours each weekday, another few on weekends, have cram classes over winter and summer break. And then maybe by the time all of her fellow students were graduating she could be ready too. For a smart girl, someone who could skate by on even her most apathetic days in public school, and impressed teachers when she really cared it was infuriating to be so amateur. She wanted to read a book. Fiction. Something irrelevant. Drown out her sorrows as she stuffed her iPod and choker into her backpack.
She needed a friend to talk to her and encourage her, but for a girl with no ties and no desire to make any that became slightly impossible. So she decided to do what she’d done the last weekend. Jessie had given her a few of the simpler books on magic and would surely have attempted to help her with them but Perry would have nothing to do with her. So she had come to the library last week to rent a particular book on potions. They must have had a test over that book somewhere because Perry couldn’t find any copies of it. In annoyance she found her way to the front desk. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to anyone, even if she needed to, but she wanted an alternative book. It had been a painful term and most people had gone home for the break. But Perry didn’t want to see Jessie. She didn’t want to get settled. She wanted to get better. She drummed her fingers against the desk and waited patiently.
