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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Countdown to Darkness' / Thursday, October 27th / 1:15 pm
Location: Study Hall
Open To: Anyone
Currently Involving: Sajani
Anyone watching Sajani Janaway during study hall would've assumed she was hard at work composing an essay. Her eyes avidly glued to the pages of the book beside her and her elegant peacock feather quill transferred the information she read with brisk, excited strokes. The words resulting from the strokes almost filled up the entirety of pink parchment in front of her. Sajani was doing her homework, but not the kind one received from Potions or Transfiguration. Sajani was browsing through the Gladrags catalogue tucked inside her Potions textbook and transferred the names of items of clothing she wanted onto the parchment. But what she was doing was just as vigorous as actual studying, really! She was developing a pain in her wrist from writing for such a long period of time and had a head ache since she woke up, so technically, avoiding the stress of homework was only something the most credible of healers would recommend she do in her ailment inflicted state.
Plussss, there was an upcoming trip to Hogsmeade and Sajani needed to prepare herself for it. While most of her girlfriends were going on dates, Sajani had better things to do, like splurging this weeks allowance on the new hat collection by Simon Augurey. Sajani was a little offended no one asked her to accompany them to Hogsmeade, but silently assured herself the boys at this school were too intimidated by her beauty to be so forward as to request her presence on a date. She would've denied them, anyway, because her first love in this life was shopping and she hadn't bought anything in forever. Well, there was that set she ordered from the Pendragon Perfumes catalogue a couple days ago, but thinking in terms of hours, her last purchase was aaaages ago.
Sajani turned a page in the magazine. She scanned the snapshots of floozy looking models in floozy looking robes with a religiously manicured nail. "OH - MY - magic, that's caaa-yute." She quickly jotted something onto the parchment.
Location: Study Hall
Open To: Anyone
Currently Involving: Sajani
Anyone watching Sajani Janaway during study hall would've assumed she was hard at work composing an essay. Her eyes avidly glued to the pages of the book beside her and her elegant peacock feather quill transferred the information she read with brisk, excited strokes. The words resulting from the strokes almost filled up the entirety of pink parchment in front of her. Sajani was doing her homework, but not the kind one received from Potions or Transfiguration. Sajani was browsing through the Gladrags catalogue tucked inside her Potions textbook and transferred the names of items of clothing she wanted onto the parchment. But what she was doing was just as vigorous as actual studying, really! She was developing a pain in her wrist from writing for such a long period of time and had a head ache since she woke up, so technically, avoiding the stress of homework was only something the most credible of healers would recommend she do in her ailment inflicted state.
Plussss, there was an upcoming trip to Hogsmeade and Sajani needed to prepare herself for it. While most of her girlfriends were going on dates, Sajani had better things to do, like splurging this weeks allowance on the new hat collection by Simon Augurey. Sajani was a little offended no one asked her to accompany them to Hogsmeade, but silently assured herself the boys at this school were too intimidated by her beauty to be so forward as to request her presence on a date. She would've denied them, anyway, because her first love in this life was shopping and she hadn't bought anything in forever. Well, there was that set she ordered from the Pendragon Perfumes catalogue a couple days ago, but thinking in terms of hours, her last purchase was aaaages ago.
Sajani turned a page in the magazine. She scanned the snapshots of floozy looking models in floozy looking robes with a religiously manicured nail. "OH - MY - magic, that's caaa-yute." She quickly jotted something onto the parchment.