Post by THEODORE HAMISH TONKS on Feb 27, 2014 17:03:37 GMT -8
Ted tapped his hand against the side of the table, setting a beat to the humming that was coming from his lips. It was a song that he had heard on the record player in the Muggle Studies classroom a few days ago, something written by The Beatles. He couldn't quite remember the name, but he enjoyed it. The humming and tapping on the table got louder and louder as he got more and more into his own rendition of the song. It wasn’t until he realized that the girl sitting a few tables over from him in the library was staring at him with daggers in her eyes that his eyes widened, “Sorry! Sorry, sorry-” He stage-whispered across the Library. The girl seemed anything less than pleased with him and Ted went back to staring at the blank page that was in front of him. Why couldn’t he focus?! What was it about today that had him so on edge? The girl didn’t look amused and Ted shook his head, “Sorry. I’m having quite the hard time focusing, it appears.” He apologized one last time before looking down at his word-less page.
This wasn’t getting anything done.
Maybe he would have more success with his Muggle studies homework. Teddy packed up his things and threw his bag over his shoulder, anxious to get out of the library for perhaps the first time in his life. He made his way through the corridors, nodding at all the people that he saw but made no motion to talk to any of them. It was bothering him how incapable of doing his work he had become...who was this new Theodore Tonks? Shaking his head, he finally happened upon a corridor that wasn’t occupied and
Ted walked down the hall, book in his hand as he recited the lines, “To be or not to be, that is the question-” His voice was bellowing and dangerous as he spoke the words. Merlin, why had the Muggle studies professor assigned Shakespeare?! It was hardly as if they were in Muggle schooling...Ted sucked in another breath and prepared to start again, “To be-” This time he dropped his voice for the next part, “Or not to be.” It was barely above a whisper. Perhaps he was not meant to read dramatically for theater. Ted reached up and pushed his glasses on to the top of his head, “Merlin that’s horrible!”tag: @zoe