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Post by molly on Apr 13, 2009 19:03:36 GMT -5
Boredom is a cruel creature. One that penetrates your mind and warps it into a mindless ball of mush until you are nothing but a confused little soul with nothing to do. It dulls your creative abilities, preventing you from finding anything to do even in the most interesting of places, and it makes you restless and fidgety. Sometimes when you try to fight this boredom creature and you merely ignore it, it will leave you alone. For a while. And then it comes back, stronger, all crazy and pissed off until you finally must surrender to it's powers and skulk around, enduring the pain of boredom by maybe stuffing your head into a pillow or staring at the wall until it at last, wears off. But what exactly is this mysterious creature we call boredom?
Boredom is having a physical disability and being unable to participate in fun physical activities like tag the way most kids your age were doing right at that very moment, boredom was getting random spells of fatigue that no one could explain, boredom was being to smart for your own good and finishing all your homework before everyone else, boredom was supposed to be in detention with a teacher but was skipping and was currently lying down on a table in the great hall waiting for dinner because boredom also had a bit of an apatite tonight and this boredom creature was exactly what was inhabiting a certain bored Molly-Willamina a half an hour before dinner on a Thursday evening.
So Molly-Willamina was bored, did you guess? And yes, she was supposed to be in detention...again. But she wasn't. Instead she was in the great hall. Why? Of all places? It certainly wasn't a very good hiding spot...especially since she could be heard yelling bang bang from out in the hallway. But she had it all worked out in her head. She only had a half an hour until dinner and by the time she got or even figured out where she wanted to go it'd be time to head to the great hall for dinner and her slow legs wouldn't be able to get her back on time. So why not just wait out the half an hour before she'd have to make a limp for it. I'll tell you why not. Because now Molly-Willamina was bored.
As I said before. Boredom penetrates your mind, screws with your head until you can't think strait. However, Molly-Willamina was not about to bow down to it's power. She was determined to make this half-hour fun, but her visions of a good idea and fun were quickly being blurred by the boredom. So her bright idea was lying belly up on the table shooting sparks at the ceiling yelling "Bang!" every time one sprouted from her wand and "Wahoo!" after every set. This was obviously not a very good idea in any way shape colour or form, but to Molly-Willamina's boredom blurred vision it was absolutely perfect.
"Bang! Bang! Wahoo!"
The screams were consistent, loud and annoying. The sparks a continuous pattern red red blue. And the girl who was the source of all of this was shaped like a short lanky Weasley child with short and messy black hair that stuck out in every other direction. This child was also wearing a collarless T-shirt that slumped off her shoulders and bore the logo of some muggle rock band. Underneath was a bright yellow tank top. She also wore her uniform skirt, which clearly revealed her heavily braced legs. Her full uniform was nowhere in sight which was a crime in itself, aside from every other school rule she was breaking. But hey, at least she was having fun.
Hey... you know what would have been even more fun? Was if someone else was around...
"BANG!"
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