Stressing Over Nothing

Alessandra slammed her textbook shut and sighed. She'd been working on her Transfiguration homework for two hours and still had half of it left. She decided to work on it later though, as she was feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. Alessa leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, running hands down her face. She couldn't lie to herself anymore. It wasn't the homework that was giving her a headache, though it certainly wasn't helping the situation. It was the fact that she hadn't had actual one-on-one social interaction in about three days. Not for lack of trying on her part. But because everyone was just so busy with classes and homework and Quidditch and everything else they had piled on them. Alessa couldn't blame them.

Not that she hadn't talked to people. She had. She'd talked to just about everyone she'd come in contact with. Anytime she passed someone in the hallway, she'd strike up a conversation with them. But that's not what she needed. She needed to sit down and talk with someone for a length of time, not just in passing. She had sent letters home to her parents, hoping that that would alleviate some of this feeling. She'd told them about her classes, she told them about what she'd been doing in her spare time. She asked them how Arabella, her younger sister, was doing, and how her three older brothers were. They just hadn't sent an owl back yet.

Alessandra sighed again and opened her eyes, sitting up straight. She had wallowed in her own self-pity long enough. It was time to accomplish something. She pulled her long sleeve black and white striped shirt down so that it was straight again, and the palms of her hands across her blue jeans, wiping them off. She couldn't figure out why she was sweating, as it was usually chilly in the common room. She pulled her chest length brown hair off her neck and into a pony tail, pushing her bangs out of her eyes so she could see. The temperature couldn't keep her distracted though. She was determined to tackle this Transfiguration homework before dinner. Her mind set back on her task, Alessa opened the book back up and began working again.

Melody came down from the girl's dormitories and pushed her long hair back. She'd just come back from Quidditch practice and changed out of her robes into an off the shoulder black shirt and blue jeans. Her wand was sticking out for her boot and  her messanger bag was slung over her shoulder. She tossed the bag onto a chair by the fire and started writing on the parchment.

She heard the sound of a book closing and she glanced over at Alessa, tilting her head a bit. Melody shrugged it off when the younger girl opened the book again. She turned toward the dormitories and whisled, her owl, Snowflake flew down and landed on her leg. She rolled the parchment up and tied it to her bird's leg.

"Take this to Crystal." She whisperwd, stroking the bird's back as she hopped onto Melody's wrist. The girl stood and walked toward the window, leaning out it and the bird flapped her wings and flew into the distance. She smiled and walked back to her seat, sitting down and openeing her messanger bag.