Going Insane From Boredom

Abbey seriously felt like she could strangle herself she was so bored. She looked down at the black strings that hung from her hoodie that enabled you to tighten it...she looked away quickly, scaring herself at the thought.

But she might die from sweating to death. Abbey could tell that it was going to be one of those days when she had arrived in Hogsmeade in the heat, wearing only a black hoodie. She should have guessed how hot it was going to be, but was someone smart enough to check the weather report before they got dressed this morning? No. Was someone smart enough to make sure they actually put a t-shirt on underneath their sweater? No. Was someone smart enough to wear capris or jean shorts instead of the jeans that clung stickily to her legs now? No.

So Abbey felt like a big dummy as she walked past window displays of candy and spellbooks, the only one who was wearing what would normally be suitable clothing for a crisp autumn day in Novemeber. She smacked herself in the head once more and cursed underneath her breath as the sun seemed to shine directly on her fiery hair. "Where's a clothing store when you need one?" Abbey mumbled under her breath.

Emliy was walking in the streets of Hogsmeade, daydreaming about her life back home. I miss my father so much. I wonder if i'll see him soon.
While she was caught up in her imagination, she bumped into a girl, and knocked her down. "Oh my gosh, i'm so sorry!" Said Emily appoligeticly. 'Are you ok?" Emily was so embarassed, she needs to stop thinking about her father. She held out her hand to help the girl back up.

Abbey stumbled and felt the wind knocked out of her. She placed her hands out in front of her without thinking and landed hard on the ground. Surprised, she pushed her red hair out of her face and looked up to see an outstretched hand. Not caring who it was, Abbey grabbed the mysterious hand and pulled herself up.

Dusting her jeans and sweater off, Abbey looked over to see who's hand had helped her up. It was a girl she had never met before, and definitely one that wasn't in her own house; Abbey knew every single face in Hufflepuff. She had dark hair and looked maybe a year or so older than Abbey. "Thanks." Abbey said, stuffing her hands back in her pockets. "My name's Abbey."