Come and roll your sleeves up, so to speak, and pitch in.
Dec 31, 2014 1:34:24 GMT
Post by Noxienia Versailles on Dec 31, 2014 1:34:24 GMT
Noxie was feeling very much beside herself with worry and absolute guilt for the incident that had occurred in the Entrance Hall yesterday morning. What was supposed to have been a nice time with her best friend had turned into a shouting match in which she'd completely embarrassed not only herself, but probably Zeke Noble as well. And then she'd also gone and banged up his face pretty good while trying to attack the girl he was going to marry as soon as they came of age. Yeah, it had been a really bad day.
After getting back to her dorm, Noxie hadn't been able to do anything but hide under her bed and cry. A few kind souls had checked on her now and then, but otherwise left her alone when she didn't respond to their asking if she wanted to talk or have a piece of chocolate. Word got around the school quickly that she'd gone completely off her rocker and she'd skipped all meals since then. And now she was stuck leaving the safety of the world beneath her bed and traveling through the hallways to the Dungeons where her first ever detention was scheduled. She'd received a note around noon that stated she was to be sorting out the student storage cupboard. It was one of those miserable tasks you got whenever you were in some serious trouble that was bad enough not to warrant a suspension but close enough. There was nothing worse than checking old potion ingredients that may or may not have rotted since the last clean out or jars that had broken and left god knows what needed scrubbing off of the wooden shelves. She was not looking forward to it, however, at least she'd be working alone... she hoped. Oh dear... What if she wasn't? No. There was no way Professor Longbottom would have stuck Zeke or Bianca with the same detention task as her when she was the one who had really started the problem in the first place with her anger. No. Those two were probably together or something, writing lines or cleaning the trophy room.
Noxie hurried past the potions classroom and pulled open the large cupboard door. It wasn't a very big cupboard nor was it too small. It probably could have fit about four people in it at once, which made it better for student traffic going in and out. The shelves rose high to the ceiling, about twelve feet, with a wooden rolling ladder should one need to get all the way up there. A deep sink sat next to the door, several metal buckets and a stack of wash rags underneath it. Heaving a sigh, Noxie reached out and grabbed one of the smaller buckets. She pulled it onto her head like a helmet, fitting without going down over her face. There. Now she wouldn't bonk her head on the undersides of shelves while delving into them to sort the ingredients. Shrugging off her robes, Noxie decided to start on the top and work her way down. That way if anything broke or spilled, she wouldn't have just cleaned the shelf it got on. She filled a bucket with water and cleaning solution (just in case she did break something) and headed her way up the ladder.
Tugging a box from the shelf and peeking inside to find it empty, she tossed it to the floor below. It was trash now. She hummed to herself, reaching for another, her voice soft as she reached the chorus. "Lady running down to the riptide, take me away to the dark side, I wanna be your left hand man. I love you when you're singing that song, but, I've got a lump in my throat cause, you're gonna sing the words wrong..."
After getting back to her dorm, Noxie hadn't been able to do anything but hide under her bed and cry. A few kind souls had checked on her now and then, but otherwise left her alone when she didn't respond to their asking if she wanted to talk or have a piece of chocolate. Word got around the school quickly that she'd gone completely off her rocker and she'd skipped all meals since then. And now she was stuck leaving the safety of the world beneath her bed and traveling through the hallways to the Dungeons where her first ever detention was scheduled. She'd received a note around noon that stated she was to be sorting out the student storage cupboard. It was one of those miserable tasks you got whenever you were in some serious trouble that was bad enough not to warrant a suspension but close enough. There was nothing worse than checking old potion ingredients that may or may not have rotted since the last clean out or jars that had broken and left god knows what needed scrubbing off of the wooden shelves. She was not looking forward to it, however, at least she'd be working alone... she hoped. Oh dear... What if she wasn't? No. There was no way Professor Longbottom would have stuck Zeke or Bianca with the same detention task as her when she was the one who had really started the problem in the first place with her anger. No. Those two were probably together or something, writing lines or cleaning the trophy room.
Noxie hurried past the potions classroom and pulled open the large cupboard door. It wasn't a very big cupboard nor was it too small. It probably could have fit about four people in it at once, which made it better for student traffic going in and out. The shelves rose high to the ceiling, about twelve feet, with a wooden rolling ladder should one need to get all the way up there. A deep sink sat next to the door, several metal buckets and a stack of wash rags underneath it. Heaving a sigh, Noxie reached out and grabbed one of the smaller buckets. She pulled it onto her head like a helmet, fitting without going down over her face. There. Now she wouldn't bonk her head on the undersides of shelves while delving into them to sort the ingredients. Shrugging off her robes, Noxie decided to start on the top and work her way down. That way if anything broke or spilled, she wouldn't have just cleaned the shelf it got on. She filled a bucket with water and cleaning solution (just in case she did break something) and headed her way up the ladder.
Tugging a box from the shelf and peeking inside to find it empty, she tossed it to the floor below. It was trash now. She hummed to herself, reaching for another, her voice soft as she reached the chorus. "Lady running down to the riptide, take me away to the dark side, I wanna be your left hand man. I love you when you're singing that song, but, I've got a lump in my throat cause, you're gonna sing the words wrong..."