Bored Out of Your Mind [Brielle, Robby]

[Pierre Bonnacord]

The Lake at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry often formed wonders for the new students who would arrive at the legendary magical institution with Hagrid via said lake. With the inclusion of the Giant Squid and tales of merpeople with various other magical creatures that dwelled within the dark depths, tales of students diving within the murky waters since the Triwizard Tournament had surfaced.

For one Pierre Bonnacord, he just found it relaxing to remove all worries of his final year at school by resting nearby the lake. The ever-present gentle breeze served as a refreshing reminder of how the little things in life seemed to always matter. As he dropped his books beside him, he proceeded to lift a pebble from the shores of the lake and toss it across the lake's surface; watching it bounce several times before gravity took effect.

Returning to his seat, he proceeded to watch as a few first years amused themselves over shoving one of their fellow students into the water. Smiling to himself, he proceeded to lift the abandoned Transfiguration homework that bore the day's chores. Well, no one ever said school was all fun and games. Sighing, he flipped a bag and lifted his quill.

[Brielle Temple]

"Oh, how do you manage it all? Mum wrote me this morning and she said we'd be attending several parties over the holiday. Are you having one? Please say you are, Brielle. Last year was absolutely fabulous. I was thinking about what color robes I should get. Green would be festive, but pale blue would accent my eyes, don't you think? I wonder if he'll notice me..."

It was a never ending conversation, Brielle figured that out after the first few words. How can she possibly be able to concentrate with all of that babbling? Glancing down at the chess board, Brie had to bite her lip so she wouldn't laugh. This girl obviously wasn't paying attention, because she was playing terribly. Brielle looked at her with a flat expression before moving her queen. "Checkmate" she said unenthusiastically. The fourth year girl had a small pout on her face, but her eyes betrayed her. The blonde girl wanted to keep talking, and she was just using chess as an excuse to hold Brielle Temple's attention. I can't stand another minute in here.

"No, I think I'll be going to Spain. And I'm terribly sorry, but I must get my work done." Brielle forced a smile in the girls direction before grabbing her bag and leaving the Slytherin common room. She didn't have to think twice about it. Brielle's small feet carried her up the stairs and out onto the grounds. She glanced over her shoulder to be sure the girl hadn't followed her. What was her name again? Ashlin or Ashley? Happy that the girl was no where to be found, Brielle let out a sigh of relief. She didn't stop walking though, not until she was far away from the castle doors. Out of the corner of her eye Brielle spotted a boy from her house. She'd barley spoken to him before. Well, If I'm talking then maybe Ash won't notice me if she comes outside. Content with her brilliant idea, Brielle walked over to the boy. "Hi, d'you mind if I join you? I've got a ton of work to do as well."

[Pierre Bonnacord]

Sitting rather contently with the way things were going that afternoon, Pierre couldn’t help but to babble incoherently; narrating his essay to himself as he continued to scribble across the piece of parchment that was perched across his lap. Trust McGonagall to hand over a dull piece of essay which they have done since the fifth year, Pierre fought against the notion of scribbling additional comments that would probably count against him as bias. Peering at the sad sea of words that he could call a general introduction to his essay, he proceeded to drop the quill and lift his wand. A habit, no doubt which he had gotten accustomed to since his first year in school.

True, he enjoyed the power in which the wand provided him with when he held it within his grasp. It was probably why the Sorting Hat decided to dump him into Slytherin, deciding that the young shy French boy would probably turn out to be another power-hungry potential Death Eater. Turning back towards the lake, he decided to conjure another pebble and flick it across the lake’s tranquil surface. Smiling, he managed to lift a nearby pebble as he repeated a manoeuvre that brought him fond memories of his summer in the countryside.

Pierre was shaken out of his thoughts as he looked up to find another female student join him. Surprised at the sudden intrusion, he decided against shooing her away. A quick inspection over the school insignia showed that she belonged to his house. Nodding in acknowledgement, he proceeded to lift his own books away to allow her to settle. Returning his gaze to her, he returned a warm smile. “Sure, why not?”

[Brielle Temple]

"Thank you." Brie smiled at the boy and sat down in the spot that he'd cleared for her. "Oh, excuse me. I'm Brielle Temple." She folded her legs pretzel style and sat her textbooks down next to her. It really was a nice day, and the last thing she wanted to do was her work. The wind blew her hair around and Brielle gazed out at the Black Lake. Sunlight reflected off the water making it look cool and peaceful. Brielle had to admit it was a good illusion, but she knew how cold and scary it was beneath the surface.

Brielle felt goosebumps rise on her arms as she remembered how Ginny fell in and she jumped in after her. That was probably one of the scariest things that'd happened to her while she was at Hogwarts. Feeling a bit shaken, Brielle directed her attention back to her homework. She had an essay for Divination about dream interpretation. Then there was the Arithmancy homework, which was to find the personality, heart and social numbers for people in her family and to write an essay on what that all meant. Brie thought she might die from boredom before she finished both assignments. She glanced over at the boy's work with a mild curiosity. "What class is that for?"

[Pierre Bonnacord]

Nodding in acknowledgement to her gratitude, Pierre soon after returned to his wretched Transfiguration essay that was beginning to get on his nerves. He found it remarkable having to note and detail every minor accomplishment by some ancient wizard who probably accidentally discovered the spell before peering across his textbook to ensure he hadn’t misinterpreted it. True enough, the authors had a way of showcasing some minor discovery by wizards of the past. Sighing, he realised the girl had just introduced herself before turning to look at her.

“Pierre Bonnacord,” he returned, albeit rather monotonously. Soon after, he returned his grasp to his wand once more and begins to twirl it across his fingers whilst reading through the various clusters of words in the textbook. ’Even dictionaries are less revolting’ he thought to himself as he proceeded to absentmindedly juggle the wand between his fingers. Upon catching sight of an important sentence, he quickly dropped his wand and lifted the quill to scribble a few more words before looking at the girl once more.

It was evident that she too was in no mood for finishing her assignments from respective classes. “It’s transfiguration. Seriously dull work,” he managed to comment upon before lifting his wand once more. Silently uttering ‘Orchideous’, he had managed to conjure a bunch of orchids which he promptly handed over to the girl. “It has its perks,” he added with a grin.

[Brielle Temple]

As much as Brielle hated Arithmancy, she decided to start on that first. Dream interpretation wasn't remotely interesting at the moment. Not when she'd have to stand up and admit to the whole class that she'd been having vivid nightmares that probably meant something bad was going to happen soon. She didn't want to plant that seed of doubt in her head, at least not when she was around people. Because that seed of doubt would flourish, and Brie's mood would suffer.

Arithmancy is was. Brielle opened up her copy of 'New Theory in Numerology' with a small sigh. The boy introduced himself and she got an idea. "That's a nice name" she said quietly, mostly talking to herself. Brie looked at the Number and Letter chart in her book and got to work. P-7, I-9, E-5... After a few seconds she came to the conclusion that Pierre Bonnacord had a personality number of four. That'd be interesting if I believed in this rubbish.

Brielle looked up from her work and matched Pierre's smile. "These are lovely" she said honestly, talking the flowers. "Transfiguration has always been my worst. If I tried that they probably would have caught on fire," she admitted with a smirk. Brielle twirled them around slowly. "Lucky for you you don't have my talent!" Brielle laughed playfully.

[Pierre Bonnacord]

Chuckling in amusement to her words, Pierre didn’t feel altogether that great, having merely conjured the bunch of orchids out of thin air. He had always prided himself in his strength at Transfiguration. One of his stronger subjects, he had often dozed off in the middle of McGonagall’s classes only to find that catching up weren’t too difficult after all. Peering over at her books, he was surprised to find her poring over the Arithmancy and Divination books. “It’s merely because you lack practice, that’s all. After all, practice does make perfect y’know.”

Smiling, he gestured by levitating the pebble near him and once more repeated his former action of leaping across the lake’s surface. “Well, come what may. Arithmancy and Divination were never my forte either; so I guess we’re even,” he stated with a smirk. Knowing that whilst Transfiguration probably came as logic to Pierre, the latter two subjects were probably the same as for Brielle. Sometimes it just came down to interest and Bonnacord had never taken Arithmancy and often caught himself doodling over his parchment in the constantly dull Trelawney lessons.

“Talent is definitely overrated. It just comes down to practice and interest. So, what about yours? Been dreaming a lot lately?” he asked as he pointed at her dream diary. He remembered having to finish one of those prior to his OWLs, writing loads of rubbish in them. Half the time, he couldn’t help but to feel sorry for Professor Trelawney as she watched with interest as Pierre uttered nonsensical interpretations of his dreams.

[Brielle Temple]

A smile danced it's way across Brielle's face. "If I had a sickle for every time I heard that!" She ran her fingers over the orchids. "I suppose that's true. I guess I just need to learn how to focus." That was honest enough. Brielle was used to getting what she wanted, so sometimes it was easy for her to get frustrated and give up. Especially when it came to magic. Her impatience didn't help matters much either.

Brielle let out a soft laugh. "Actually, I can't stand Arithmancy most of the time. It's only fun when it's really complicated." Brie bit her lip and tilted her head, gazing up at the clouds. She knew that must have sounded absolutely mental. "And as for Divination, I guess you could say that." Brielle had always been good at Divination, but she never really considered herself a Seer or anything like that.

"That's a good way to phrase it" she admitted. "You could say my talent is potions." Brielle smirked, thinking about how typical that was for a Slytherin. Pierre's question about dreaming made Brielle frown a little. She had been dreaming a lot lately, and Brielle hated it. She had planned on organizing her dreams and using the book to interpret them, but one her own time. Brielle thought that it was personal business, not something to be shared with everyone. So he dream diary was filled with made up stuff, which meant double the work. Still, it suited her just fine. "Yeah, I hate these things" she said lightly. If only he knew.

[Pierre Bonnacord]

Widening his eyes in mock surprise, Pierre was certain he was able to toy with his fellow Slytherin for a moment longer; a welcome relief in the event of his dreadfully boring assignment from Minerva McGonagall. Smiling, he scavenged his pocket for some loose change before settling for a bronze Knut. “You mean, you don’t get a Sickle for every time you hear that? I thought there were rules about these things. Here, have a Knut instead,” he stated before tossing the bronze piece of monetary item towards her. Smiling, he proceeded to silently levitate another pebble with ease as he watched her reaction. Once more, he repeated the initial movements that brought him to the lake as he scattered it across the lake’s surface. “Frankly, I believe it all comes down to the fact that we just need to convince ourselves that the stuff we do isn’t chores. It actually is fun after a while.”

Turning to gaze at her as though she had performed a miracle, he felt baffled by someone who claimed to lack focus and yet were interested in all things complicated. “Well, I’ve never quite had a head for numbers myself so I’d most definitely say that isn’t my strong suit. Then again, a lot of subjects aren’t. You’d be surprised as to the amount of times I flunked Herbology in my first and second year. I always found Botany to be a dull subject,” he stated with a grin. As he proceeded to watch her comment about Potions, it was a subject that he could afford to smile at.

“Aren’t we all? I mean, it wasn’t difficult when Snape favoured us more than the Ravenclaws. I mean, I actually felt sorry when he picked on Terry Boot for trying to answer his question. Then again, he shoots down Hermione Granger quite frequently as well,” Pierre stated, as he had reminiscence of the Potions Master berating some students for merely greeting him. Looking up once more upon her comment, he merely shrugged as he turned to look at her dream diary. “Well, I’d never hate having to make up crap for Trelawney but I’d agree that some nights it was actually a chore just to make up nonsense to tell her the next day.”
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[Roberta Christophe]

For once Roberta was to be found in a good mood. There was no one around who could completely annoy her and there wasn't a lot of noise at the same time. Except for the fact that in her opinion the day was beautiful she had nothing to be bothered with, it was a day to just relax and enjoy some free time. She was not at all the flighty type of girl or anything but not really down to earth most times either, actually she was kind of out of it when she wasn't at Hogwarts.

Out of all of the places around the school the black lake had to be her most favorite of all. It was place where you could be peaceful or alone at which in her case being alone could be considered highly peaceful. She would often go to the same place almost daily just to sort of escape from any pressures that there might be around the entire school, it was easy to find her there but not many would think of going outside first but she really liked it that way.

As she made her way to her favorite place she noticed that there were a few other students from her house there already. One she recognized to be about her year and the other she knew was a bit younger, closer to her littlest sisters year. Ignoring the pair of them she sat by a tree kind of close to them but not exactly, to be isolated was not a good thing but she wasn't really a talking type of person unless she really really knew them or they happened to get on her last nerve.