Lyssa Kerr
Bridget "Brid" Campbell
1st Year Ravenclaw
Fly on the Wall
Adrienne Denton
4th Year Ravenclaw
Chaser
It's all in the Details...
Jordyn Huntington
4th Year Gryffindor
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Sera Tilton
7th Year Gryffindor
Prefect/Chaser
Overachiever
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(5/6/06 1:17 pm)
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Roses are Red [03.16.09] [ISO: Dion]
Sera was, for perhaps the first time in weeks, doing something other than homework while she was in the Gryffindor Common Room. Normally, she retreated to a corner with her books in one hand, parchment in the other, and worked her way through mounds of both teacher-assigned and self-assigned homework. It was actually very rare to find Sera doing something other than homework while she was in the Common Room, simply because she didn't see anything else to do there that she actually had an interest in doing. Aside from the occasional game of wizards chess (which she was terrible at) or exploding snap (which she could only play marginally well) she didn't do anything but homework.
Of course, Sera didn't do much besides school, patrolling, and quidditch anyhow. She was a fairly anti-social overachiever.
Today, however, she had cast aside her homework in favor of something more exciting. Well, perhaps exciting wasn't the right term - or maybe it was. She wasn't sure, in all honesty; she was too giddy to actually think about the proper term for whatever she was feeling. However, she wasn't sure what to do about her excitement, so had spent the last fifteen minutes or so simply staring down at her notebook without actually seeing it, her hand turning the small card she was holding over and over. The writing on the card belonged to no one she recognized, though she had her suspicions, and the flowers that the card had been attached to were up in her dorm, basking in the sunlight - red roses, the last time she'd held them. However, they had the tendency to change. A bit of an excited flush crept into her cheeks as she pondered the flowers, and she couldn't help but wonder once more, Who were they from?
Her first impulse? Tucker. She wasn't sure why she made that assumption, and wasn't even sure if it was him - mostly, she hoped it was him. She hadn't had a crush in a long, long time (mostly due to her overambitious nature), so long that she almost didn't recognize what she felt for what it was. Even thinking the name 'Tucker Pence', though, put butterflies in her stomach and made her blush a bit. She wasn't sure if it was Tucker who'd sent the flowers, but she wanted it to be Tucker. Who else could it be? She just wanted him to reciprocate her feelings...
Turning the card over in her hand again, her finger idly tracing the words 'Secret Admirer', she nearly laughed aloud at how she was behaving. Like a giddy first year who'd just found out that boys didn't have cooties... Even so, she couldn't help it. Shaking her head, she bent her head down over the notebook and attempted to get some work done, but instead found herself doodling little hearts and flowers all up and down the margins, until someone interrupted...
((Woo, that was rough...))
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