Post by romeo on Oct 18, 2011 17:25:54 GMT -5
| Tag;; Ambros!a | Word Count;; 480 | Notes;; Had to stop midway and lost my thought process -.- My bad! I promise the next one will be much better! |
Romeo Jameson tucked his hands into the pockets of his robes as he headed down into the dungeons of the castle. He was so damned sick of the professors and their condescending tones, and was glad to be relieved of his classes for the day. One would think they had more to do than just assign essay after essay, especially for sixth and seventh year students. But no. Same busy work as always. Bloody hell. He clenched his teeth in annoyance at the thought before letting it go; there was no point in getting worked up over something so trivial. At least he always got Exceeds Expectations or Outstanding on every important assignment or test. It nearly brought a smirk to his face to know it irritated some of his professors that he did excel so much in his classes. In fact, it was something he strived for: excellent grades and a well-rounded intelligence. He'd made certain that no one could say he wasn't smart. Book smart. Street smart. Sport smart. Etc.
Entering the Slytherin Common Room through the wall passage, Romeo immediately undid his tie and stuffed it into his pocket. Good riddance! He hated the bloody thing. If it weren't for knowing it made a good first impression and that it was a mandatory part of the uniform, he'd never wear another one again. Unfortunately, several jobs within the wizarding world, especially those he seriously considered having a future in, required them on a frequent basis. Bollocks. He quickly went and changed into his own clothes in the dormitory before heading back out into the common room and collapsing onto one of the large, comfy green sofas with an arm draped over top of the couch. The room was empty enough to lay down, with most students still in classes, but he'd learned the hard way as a first year about falling asleep on the couches. Suffice to say that some students got their kicks out of being insufferable pricks. Granted, he couldn't quite dismiss himself from that category either; Romeo had done his fair share of unnecessary, and sometimes even hurtful, pranks to younger students. It was practically a rite of passage in Slytherin house! Eat or be eaten. Survival of the fittest, and all that jazz.
Though he wasn't sleeping, his eyes were closed as his head rested back against the cushion. It felt good just to sit there and fade out the world.
