Unlike last year, every bone of her body had been aching to come back, to come back to her friends, to see everyone once more. She missed her best friends, she missed the paintings she so often chatted with, she even missed the crushing weight of homework bearing down upon her shoulders.
But so much had changed this year. She had to adopt the mindset of not wanting to be here, still, and all of those Gryffindors were evil- they had to be. She'd strangle every last one of them if one even dared to cross her path.
Most importantly, however, was that she had a new book, and she just had to finish it.
Who knew that a book could be so deceptive, so tricky? Leading her down a path composed entirely out of lies and deceptiveness, Ami practically devoured We Were Liars that first night. She finished at sometime around 3 am, and as a result, she was going to be late to class in... thirty seconds, and counting. It was fine, though, it was only Flying.
She sucked at Flying.
Robes wrinkled, hair a mess, and bag dragging along the ground, Ami desperately tried to make her way down to the Quidditch Pitch as quickly as humanly possible. Well, it wasn't possible, actually, because before she could even being to comprehend what happened, she had slammed straight into someone who had been coming around the corner.
Belongings sent flying, Ami tripped over her feet, tucking into a somersault as to not crack her head open on the ground. "Holy crap!" she panted, American accent stronger than ever. Leaping to her feet, she dashed over to the poor kid she had just ran over. "Are you alright? Oh my god, I'm such an idiot..." Shaking her head, she helped the boy get to his feet. "God. So, so sorry."
she's got that whole purpose-driven warrior-princess save-the-world type of vibe
STA: 2 | AGI: 4 | STR: 7 | CTL: 6 | ArcP: 4 | ACC: 7