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Post by Cordelia Burke on Mar 15, 2023 21:06:07 GMT -8
Cordelia first steps into the bustling common room, book tucked under her arm, and then exits the Slytherin dorm. She treks her usual route toward the library, ducking her head and turning away as she passes the portrait of her sixteenth or seventeenth century, she can never remember which one, grandmother. All she knew was it involved too many ‘greats’ to say and to always avoid eye contact when passing by to avoid any kind of negative interactions.
When she steps into the library she is glad to see she had been correct, the nice weather had pulled most students outside and the rest were probably happily eating dinner at this time. Cordelia sighed and stretched; time to take advantage of the peace and quiet. Intending to catch up on some reading she gracefully sinks into an overstuffed armchair by the window with the best breath-taking views over the Hogwarts grounds. Her favorite spot. She sits angled slightly, more facing the widow. She grimaces, the pain in her back more evident today than it was yesterday and a pang of regret flows through her. She’d been pushing it with the late-night study sessions and hoped it wouldn’t have any lasting effect on her riding ability before the first Quidditch match.
She can’t help but wonder momentarily what she would be doing if she were at home right now...probably dealing with complaints from both parents about how far from perfect she was. How she needed to be better. Be like Wyatt. She shakes her head and pulls on her collar, the tightness suddenly bothered her. She loosened it by undoing her green and silver tie; probably not the best look for a prefect, but it is late and no one is near her. She opens the book and pulls out the photograph she always used as a bookmark. An animated moment in time, her and her dog. She pauses to smile at it before placing it on the arm of her chair. She leans back, shifting her focus to reading, oblivious to the fact that her movement pushes the photo from its place sending it floating to the floor a few feet behind her.
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