Passing the Time

[Molly Donovan]

Sitting within the Hufflepuff common room, Molly had perched herelf upon one of the many couches and spread a text book out before her on a coffee table. She had had the good intentions of studying and writing a short essay for glass but had found it near impossible to focus. Thoughts of her brother seemed to continuously be on the forefront of her mind and the blend of emotions those thoughts spurred tended to be on the confusing side. Hurt, angry, baffled, afraid and perhaps even a little lonely, she couldn't help but wonder if she just up and left would he miss her at all? Considering how very little of his life he included her in, she suspected the answer was not one she would favor.

Starring off into nothing, Molly's daze had her eyes looking into an empty space of air in front of her and somehow seemed a little mesmerized by it. Oblivious to the sounds of her housemates coming and going, Molly let out a slow sigh and lowered her gaze back to her parchment. It was blank, just as it had been from the moment she had sat down and no matter how she tried she just couldn't find the focus to put factual sentences together. Leaning back on the couch lightly, Molly's one hand came to rest on her lap while the other instinctively started to play with the tips of her copper spun hair. Twirling and whirling about her petite finger, the young Hufflepuff witch zoned out once again into the space of air in front of her and tried to think of nothing at all - since it was evident she wasn't going to be able to think of 'something' solid at the moment to write about.