Post by Nyalna on Jul 29, 2009 9:32:38 GMT -7
Though she clearly wasn’t paying attention, her little world at the desk in the far back right side of the classroom was definitely buzzing with activity.
Jane snapped her gum loudly in the back of the room, humming a Beatles’ song under her breath. As Professor Cuthbert Binns continued to drone on about something or other-she thought she heard the word “giants” in there a few times-Jane chewed her gum back up for a few seconds before starting to blow up another large pink bubble for the countless time during this class. Her big brown eyes were cast downwards on the piece of parchment in front of her. Her right hand was scrawling all over the page. Sometimes writing down little verses and other times doodling in the margins. In her left hand, the Gryffindor quidditch captain had a miniature quaffle, about a little larger than the size of a snitch, and was tossing it up and down under the desk in her palm.
To anyone watching, it was a bit of a mess of high multi-tasking, which was a little confusing to the eye. Humming, catching, blowing, writing, popping, chewing in a weird simultaneous rhythm.
Jane took a break from her work to stretch out her arms. To her joy, she discovered the lousy teacher was no longer talking but sitting at his desk asleep while her fellow classmates were bent over the desks, probably working on something he’d assigned. Or at least acting like they were. If anyone here was remotely like her, they’d be doing something far more interesting and planning on doing it later. Or in her case, probably not handing it in at all.
With a shrug, she looked back down at her paper and resumed her humming, catching, chewing, and writing.
Jane snapped her gum loudly in the back of the room, humming a Beatles’ song under her breath. As Professor Cuthbert Binns continued to drone on about something or other-she thought she heard the word “giants” in there a few times-Jane chewed her gum back up for a few seconds before starting to blow up another large pink bubble for the countless time during this class. Her big brown eyes were cast downwards on the piece of parchment in front of her. Her right hand was scrawling all over the page. Sometimes writing down little verses and other times doodling in the margins. In her left hand, the Gryffindor quidditch captain had a miniature quaffle, about a little larger than the size of a snitch, and was tossing it up and down under the desk in her palm.
To anyone watching, it was a bit of a mess of high multi-tasking, which was a little confusing to the eye. Humming, catching, blowing, writing, popping, chewing in a weird simultaneous rhythm.
Jane took a break from her work to stretch out her arms. To her joy, she discovered the lousy teacher was no longer talking but sitting at his desk asleep while her fellow classmates were bent over the desks, probably working on something he’d assigned. Or at least acting like they were. If anyone here was remotely like her, they’d be doing something far more interesting and planning on doing it later. Or in her case, probably not handing it in at all.
With a shrug, she looked back down at her paper and resumed her humming, catching, chewing, and writing.
