waiting on tomorrow - WINTER

[anastasia beth finnigan]

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[ EVERYTHING'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING ]
but the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending

<sup>Sometimes life sucked. The majority of the time, life was good and Ana was happy. But somtimes, not very often, but every now and then, she had one of those days where life itself seemed out to get her. Today was one of those days. All she'd wanted to do the moment she'd fallen out of bed this morning, literally, was climb back under the duvet, curl up into a little ball and stay there for the rest of the day. But she couldn't because she had classes and a Quidditch match against Gryffindor that she really wasn't prepared for. So she'd dragged herself from the floor and hobbled over to the bathroom, rubbing the fresh bruise on her forehead as she went.

Chewing her lower lip, Ana stared down at the parchment laying before her, not really seeing the words written across the page, but staring at it all the same. For the last half hour now she'd just been sort of sat there, staring about the common room, wishing she could get into bed. Except she couldn't because she had to finish this stupid essay for Herbology and hadn't even gotten half way through it yet. Looking from her parchment and to the book sat at the side of it, Ana groaned and then rubbed her hands over her face, yelping quitely when she pressed too hard against her head.

Grabbing her bookbag, she rifled through the contents until she pulled out a small compact mirror. Flipping it open she angled it so that she could see her forehead and then gaped at her reflection. There was a dark blue and purple bruise on her forehead and a nice little lump, which really wasn't so little, to go with it. No wonder everyone had been giving her funny stares all day! She'd forgotten that she'd banged her head when she'd fallen out of bed that morning. "Great.." Well, looking like an idiot was just another thing she could add to her list of reasons-why-today-sucks. It'd be number nine, right after number eight; lost the Quidditch game to Gryffindor.</sup>

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credit goes to BROOKE FROM CAUTION

[skyler winter carters]

winter didn't exactly keep up to date with most things. he only knew of two things. what days he had maribelle and his studies. while he was a father he was also head boy and he never failed on his duties. last year when maribelle had barely been born into the world winter had taken her on rounds with him. rounds were usually quite and he loved the company. winter was the kind of father that talked to his daughter on a regular basis. he could swear that maribelle would smile at him when he talked to her. as of the late however winter had been becoming lazier and lazier. lazy winter was regular to everyone else. the night before he had maribelle and he found no problem with that, he loved his daughter but she had been crying most of it which caused winter to sleep in the hall. winter didn't like to disturb his dorm mates when maribelle was over, he didn't want them to resent her, so he usually slept in the hall if she cried. this of course caused for an extremely sore back the next day.

this was the only reason he was walking around without a shirt and pajamas pants on a weekday. he was lucky he had no classes that he had to attend, he could miss todays. winter dropped off maribelle at the hufflepuff common room in her mother's hand, shirtless and all and walked up the stairs. he got some strange looks, most didn't exactly expect the head boy to walk shirtless, or have the body he did. however winter wasn't caring much. with how sore his back was he just wanted to go to bed. he made it to his common room to find another ravenclaw huddled over an essay, that wasn't exactly uncommon but he knew this one. he smiled softly as he took a seat beside her, letting his back rest on the couch. "nice bruise," he commented, nodding his head towards ana's general direction. "bludger?" he asked, he faintly remembered there being a quidditch match that day.

tag: ana/dubby!!
words: 350!
notes: yaya!

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