Post by DESIREE ROBYN SMOAK on Jan 26, 2017 22:41:24 GMT -6
half burned in flames.
She was used to the bad days. She should be, at this point - they certainly came around often enough for her to be used to them. She should be used to the drastic downs that she sometimes experienced as a result of the wonderfully jacked up brain chemistry she was the lucky recipient of. Some days, this mix of neurotransmitters in her brain produced gleeful, erratic behaviors. Other days, like this one, it produced a shadow of a person, a person who could barely get out of bed.
Sometimes, on days like these, she would just stay in bed. Even if she had class, she'd just lay there. Her normal thirst for knowledge would be negated by the fact that she couldn't even summon the energy to move, she couldn't even lift her head off the pillow. Today, at least, she'd gotten out of bed for classes. She'd been a zombie in them though, barely saying a word to anyone, just sitting there, slumped in the chair.
Now, it was lunch time. At least, she was pretty sure it was, as keeping track of time got harder during these days. She'd been headed to the Great Hall, but she'd been walking slowly, and inevitably got left behind in the shuffle.
Rather than speed up, about halfway down the hall, she just sort of set her bag down randomly and let her back slide against the wall, leaning against it for support. She felt weak and weird, and she closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against her knees, drawn to her chest. Inevitably, she heard footsteps, but couldn't bring herself to look up for their owner.
There was breakfast that is said to be the most important meal of the day. Algar Galdstone respectfully disagreed with that. He believed that all of the meals together combined a very important energy source. Of course, it was common sense that every meal was more than important and that you should never skip any. Algar knew this and he also knew the importance of snacks. He had a very strong sweet tooth, much like the great Albus Dumbledore had ( Algar could still find some old stashes of lemon drops in the office no matter that Dumbeldore hadn't been alive for years now ) and this meant that whenever he got bored, he'd snack. The house elves made things far too easy for the headmaster and he'd have a bad habit of visiting there and coming back with a dozen cauldron cakes. It definitely was not healthy but Algar stayed in shape. Ish.
By the time the students had their lunch, the hallways were always buzzing. It was as if they all were awake now after a long and boring set of classes. Algar had much more energy after lunch anyway but he also was prone to napping. Not that he always napped but when it kept his mind fresh and the best way to nap without too many people bothering him was in his animagus form. The owl would doze off in the ceiling, sometimes even up in the owlery because the noise of the students was too much. Today though, was not a day to nap. Today was one of those days when Algar had stacked cupcakes inside every little pocket he could find in his robes. The house elves had insisted on large amount of cupcakes even if the headmaster had insisted on only taking two ( " Fine. Maybe three. Wait. Are those chocolate? Triple chocolate? Fine, those too." ).
He was happily walking along the hallway, humming little as he passed a student on the floor. At first it didn't caught his attention until Algar realized she was all by herself and quite certainly did not look well. The had to double take and he stopped. Of course the headmaster cared about his students. They were under his protection and as the headmaster, he had to look after them. Algar took few steps back and looked down to the girl. " May I be any assistance, young one?" He asked, tilting his head a little.
Post by DESIREE ROBYN SMOAK on Feb 16, 2017 9:39:52 GMT -6
half burned in flames.
The voice didn't instantly sound familiar. However, that probably would have been true of the voices of many right now, except for a select few. When she had her down days, it look a lot longer for her to process things. Her brain moved slower and she simply wasn't herself. Those who knew her well - which amounted to about 2 people, really - must notice the swinging moods. But, nobody had ever said anything to her directly about them.
When Desi looked up and realized it was the Headmaster who stood over her, she also realized she should probably stand up, to show him some sort of respect or something. That's what her parents would have demanded - they were always big proponents of respectful gestures. They met a lot of powerful people in their lines of work, and Desiree had been expected to treat them a certain way even when she was little.
While she would have normally jumped up and been more than excited to pick the brain of such a fascinating and powerful wizard, she found that today she simply didn't have the energy. Realizing she was probably staring at the man blankly, Desi cleared her throat. He was looking at her expectantly, as if he had just asked a question or something.
She had not heard the question, but logic dictated that only a small number of sentiments could follow finding a student curled up in the hallway like a crazy person. So, she took her chances with the answer. "I'm fine, thanks." She replied, getting to her feet clumsily so that she wasn't so far below his eye level. Once there, though, the world spun a little, and she found herself leaning heavily against the wall behind her. Hopefully, he'd take her word for her current state and just walk away. She didn't need to embarrass herself.
Algar did not have children of his own. He had not thought of this, not until a colleague pointed it out one day. Children. Why on earth would he want children when he felt responsible of all the students here in Hogwarts? Algar wanted for the students to turn to him if they had any problems and not be afraid of him. He was well aware that there were rumors of him being a very strict and awful person that liked to punish students by dangling from the owlery window. Those rumors were awful and Algar had a slight suspicion they had been spread by Sirius Black as a joke but still. Algar did want to clear those rumors so perhaps helping this young Ravenclaw would be a good start. That, or slapping Black on the face. Which ever helped.
The man watched her scramble up and his eyebrow went up. Her 'I'm fine' was not convincing as she may have thought and the headmaster shook his head. " Very believable but not enough to fool me." Said Algar and this time his eyebrows knitted together. She seemed to be in a need to go to the hospital wing or at least get some sugar into her. Oh. That clearly meant that Algar would have to sacrifice one or two of his cupcakes to the student. " You look like you are about to faint." Which meant one thing. " Eat this, slowly and if you still feel awful I will take you to the hospital wing." Algar took out one of the cupcakes and smiled at the girl while offering it to her.
Post by DESIREE ROBYN SMOAK on May 16, 2017 11:28:04 GMT -6
She thought the Headmaster seemed deep in thought for a moment or two, so she remained silent. Her body still heavy against the wall, her eyes still unfocused. If she was lucky, she'd somehow convince him that she was fine, and he'd leave her alone. It wasn't that she didn't like the Headmaster, she had great respect for him. it was just that she didn't have the energy to be so....respectful...at the moment. She would hate to say something wrong, and then leave a poor impression of herself on him.
She'd had politeness and decency, even if it was a fake front, drilled into her from a young age. How many times had her mother told her to stand up straight, or her dad told her to use full, proper titles? It was almost second nature at this point. So, even in her dazed, depressed state, the manners won over. She accepted the offered treat without complaint, because that's what it was socially dictated that she was supposed to do. "Thank you, Professor Gladstone." She said indifferently, though she made no move to actually eat the cupcake. The thought of eating at present made the contents of her small breakfast churn in her stomach, quite honestly.
Another question came from the man and she answered again. She hoped enough answers would assure him of her stable mental state, though she was sure her act was less than convincing. "Desiree Smoak. Fifth year Ravenclaw." She introduced herself. Figuring she was going to need to do a bit more to convince him of her being "fine", she took a small bite of the cupcake, chewing it slowly. "I'm sure you're busy. You musn't let me take any more of your time. Thank you for your concern." She said formally, hoping the tone was somewhat even and assured.