Comme-ci, comme-ca.
Feb 7, 2015 15:28:48 GMT
Post by Mildred-Margaret Mae McIntyre on Feb 7, 2015 15:28:48 GMT
Millie left her last class of the day feeling like she had done a decent job of participating and excited about the essay they had been assigned. If there was one thing Millie enjoyed most, it was writing essays. You had to really use your brain and research the information until you really knew the subject. It was one of the best ways to get to understand what you were being taught as opposed to just ignoring the teacher or bullshitting your way through by putting in fancy words or random sentences you just didn’t need. No, Millie never half-assed her schoolwork. It helped keep her mind off the things that were hiding in the back of it, pushed aside beneath a rug made out of information and logic. It was always better to think about things that made absolute sense as opposed to allowing her emotions to run free. Ladies did not waver, cry, or allow themselves to show remotely any weakness in their mental state. Her mother would not do with such nonsense as being sad over silly things, or worried, or angry. One did not get mad at another for their actions, one ‘disapproved of such things’ instead.
This was probably why Millie was actually having a bit of a struggle in her head at the moment. Her brain kept lingering on Darcey Dwight and that tiny kiss she’d give her the night before. She had unwillingly turned it over and over in her head, incapable of pushing it out. There were so many bubbling feelings that she knew she shouldn’t have, and there was no way, absolutely not, that she would actually admit to being a bit pleased about Darcey having done that. It was unacceptable to allow such things to spark the empty bits Millie hid in her heart. Those dark places where she could not tread for fear of upsetting her parents and getting disowned for simply having such dangerous ideas.
Mind trying to focus on what she was going to write for her essay while pushing away thoughts of last night, Millie was not exactly paying any attention to where she was going. Her foot hit the edge of the top stair of the staircase she was about to go down and she slipped, falling backwards onto her butt. She didn’t go careening down the staircase, but her books did go flying. Her school bag had been full, so she’d opted for carrying her books instead, preferring to put the weight on them instead of her shoulder. Charms and Tranfiguration went soaring, one clocking her in the head, the other blessedly landing behind her. But then there was Arithmancy. Much like it’s subject, it decided to be a bastard and make a break for it by sliding down the stairs in front of her.
“Oh… Pox!” Which was about as close as Mildred-Margaret ever got to swearing because that was also unlady-like. She reached up, rubbing at her head and picking up the two books she could reach before heaving a sigh as she stared down at the Arithmancy book still running off on it’s adventure. These were the main stairs, and apparently it was funny to kick someone’s book further down them. Well, at least she had to go down to get to dinner.
This was probably why Millie was actually having a bit of a struggle in her head at the moment. Her brain kept lingering on Darcey Dwight and that tiny kiss she’d give her the night before. She had unwillingly turned it over and over in her head, incapable of pushing it out. There were so many bubbling feelings that she knew she shouldn’t have, and there was no way, absolutely not, that she would actually admit to being a bit pleased about Darcey having done that. It was unacceptable to allow such things to spark the empty bits Millie hid in her heart. Those dark places where she could not tread for fear of upsetting her parents and getting disowned for simply having such dangerous ideas.
Mind trying to focus on what she was going to write for her essay while pushing away thoughts of last night, Millie was not exactly paying any attention to where she was going. Her foot hit the edge of the top stair of the staircase she was about to go down and she slipped, falling backwards onto her butt. She didn’t go careening down the staircase, but her books did go flying. Her school bag had been full, so she’d opted for carrying her books instead, preferring to put the weight on them instead of her shoulder. Charms and Tranfiguration went soaring, one clocking her in the head, the other blessedly landing behind her. But then there was Arithmancy. Much like it’s subject, it decided to be a bastard and make a break for it by sliding down the stairs in front of her.
“Oh… Pox!” Which was about as close as Mildred-Margaret ever got to swearing because that was also unlady-like. She reached up, rubbing at her head and picking up the two books she could reach before heaving a sigh as she stared down at the Arithmancy book still running off on it’s adventure. These were the main stairs, and apparently it was funny to kick someone’s book further down them. Well, at least she had to go down to get to dinner.