Out to Get Me PV Memphis Herndon Closed
Dmitri Jones just about had it with his day. Not only had his clean robes and newly-polished school shoes (that he polished to a gleaming shine well into last night when he couldn't sleep) been showered with searing hot coffee right before breakfast, his freaking homework for Defense Against the Dark Arts (which was an absolute pain in the butt to make) had to be soaked as well. He had to cut into a lot of his free-study time getting back down to the Slytherin common room to change and up one flight to the Study room to redo his homework for his afternoon DADA class. Needless to say, if looks could kill, the scurrying culprit would have just dropped dead in the Great Hall with how the Slytherin boy is boring holes into their back with his eyes--and debated throwing his own hot cup of coffee at the retreating back.The raven-haired boy pinched the bridge of his nose as he painstakingly walked up the stairs towards the Study Room. This early in the morning and he's already developing a migraine. It wasn't just because he had to rewrite a piece of homework that took so long to do, it wasn't just because his entire foot was still raw and throbbing from the cupful of a hellishly hot beverage spilled on it, and it also wasn't just because he had to walk on said injured foot up a flight of stairs--no--it was the fact that he had to wear his rubber shoes with his robes. Rubber. Shoes. Oh, the horror. Already, he looked like someone's fashion-blind grandfather decided to jog while it was cold out and his arthritic joints were killing him--he looked totally ridiculous! Not only that, but he also smelled like coffee that's gone sour--he look like a grandfather, and he smelled like one.
Going through the hallway full of people felt like hell then.
So it was no surprise when, as he was entering the Study Room and got blindsided by another student--if he bothered to check, he'd know it was Memphis--sending the books he was clutching flying every which way, he snapped.
"What is wrong with all of you people!" Dmitri yelled, slightly forgetting the fact that they were not the only ones in the room. "I swear, all of you are out to get me!" He buried his fingers into his hair and pulled slightly almost to the point of tearing up. The Slytherin boy threw his hands up in the air and groaned. Why?! He dropped dejectedly to a crouch and looked around for his books, while slowly realizing the fact that he just had a dramatic outburst in an otherwise occupied room. Keeping his face downward, hoping that people would just forget him and his queen moment, he felt around the underside of a table for the rest of his texts.
It was a mistake, really, because it meant he had to stare at his shoes again.
It just caused him to tear up, then. A little.
Last edited by John Johns on 1st July 2018, 11:51 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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Dmitri Kazimir Jones | Second Year Slytherin
Strength: 4 | Control: 10 | Agility: 10 | Stamina: 11