Late Night Bordom

[_Lavender_]

Lavenders eyes tinted with a sure recognition of Ginny's temperament, and mood, and though she wanted to know what was bugging her friend, she knew that she herself did not like to give play-by-plays. She strayed from being hypocritical, but..

"Ginny," she said, pursing her lips, and trying to look mighty-serious, though it was quite hard, Laveder being dressed in her M'n'M PJ shorts, and a polka-dot black and red tank..
"What is wrong?"

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny squirmed under their eyes. It was bad enough that she didn't feel great today, she hated people staring at her.

[_Lavender_]

Lavender intently watched Ginny's eyes for a pause longer, then she relented, shrugging a thin, but strong shoulder, allowing a soft smile to tilt upon the curve of her bow shaped lips. She tilted her head to the side, in way of announcing her 'withdrawl' of questions.
"Ay, alright then. Do not tell me. I know when persistence becomes a hindrance. Most of the time."
Lavender sighed, and took a glance at the window, a flicker of that animal longing of the outdoors embracing her senses. But, as usual, she suppressed it, folded her arms, and pretended not to notice..

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny stuck out her tounge suddenly.
"I hate it when you think to much." She mummbled.

[_Lavender_]

Lavenders forced-expressionless features fell into a confused, slightly wondering look. Her eyes returned to Ginny with an odd expression.

"I think too much?"

[Ginny Weasly]

"Mmm-hmm." Ginny said, nodding. She didn't look at anyone, but stared at the bookcase across the room.
"Everyone around here does."

[_Lavender_]

Lavender frowned, another odd, quizzical expression set into her pale features. She watched Ginny for the slightest of hints, but, nothing. Unsure of how to reply, she fell to her usual bout of silence.

[Ginny Weasly]

"See? Your thinking too much now. Instead of asking what I ment, you shrugged and thought about what I may have ment. Just...never mind." Ginny stood, stepping around Lav and padding in her bare feet to the bookshelf.

[_Lavender_]

Lavender noted Ginny's bare feet, and a smile hinted at the corners of her eyes, at the likeness between Ginny, and she. Lavenders smile instantly fell then, and a frown formed. She did think too much, didn't she. Why did she do that? She could easily have opened her mouth and solved all her gibberish, but no.
-I am a foolish unnamed child,- she thought with superb restriction, her thoughts barred from others links, but fighting to peek away, her own words, directed at herself, full of such malice and criticism, she flinched outwardly.
Suddenly in a more sullen mood, she slowly turned, and went to the portrait, exiting, mentally cursing at herself in an endless circle, thinking too much, about thinking too much..

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny shook her head slightly. She wouldn't be able to sleep now. She hadn't ment to be mean to Lavender, it hd just happened. She hit the bookcase with her hand and scowled at it.
"d**n it." She said softly, forgetting about Shad.
~Lavender? I'm sorry.~

[_Lavender_]

~About what? You merely pointed out a simple fact. The truth is, I do think to much..~ Lavender returned thought to Ginny, beginning to ramble with ongoings of thoughts that had nothing to do with.. anything. She did that sometimes. She just talked, in a state of quick wordiness that was so unlike her usual quiet self.
~~...I mean I don't even know what I'm thinking about most of the time, I just think. I just think, you know? But I'm not using my head. I think about all of the stuff that doesn't mean anything or won't mean anything to anybody else, ever. But I've never really cared about what others think about me. But I do sometimes. Sometimes I do, but sometimes I do. Sometimes you hafta you know? You have to have thought about others once in a while right? Well some people don't I guess. But I don't know, maybe I do sometimes. It's okay sometimes, right? Sometimes it's okay, right? Right? But why would it be okay--~~ [/i] Lavender thought this all very quickly, within few seconds' time, and lost in thought, she ran, hard and direct, into a Slytherin rounding the corner.
Both fell to the ground, he, with a bruised jaw where her forehead had smacked into it, she, with a cut lip, and a sore head.
The Slytherin growled, rose, and swept away with a mouthful of curses and a raking of sneers.

Lavender sat up and sighed, crossing her legs, setting her elbows upon her knees, and dropping her chin into her palms, ignoring, or unfeeling of the thick taste of blood reaching her tongue.

[Ginny Weasly]

~Would you have kept going if you hadn't run into that kid?~Ginny asked softly. She pulled a book off the shelf, flipping through it then throwing it back.

[_Lavender_]

~~Probably,~~ she mumbled in thought, grumbling and rising to avoid being trampled by a herd of younger students. Sullenly, she made way into the great hall, wrapping her finger around a stray strand off the side of her pajama tank. She dropped into a seat and chewed absently on a piece of apple that a friendly house elf came and set out for her, thinking all too much, as was her usual, ignoring the random stares of other students, setting off toward their common rooms as to not get in trouble by the Heads wandering the corridors..

[Ginny Weasly]

(K, I'll modify this one.)

Ginny leaned against the book case, bouncing her head off of the side. She slid down and pulled a book into her lap, flipping though it.

[_Lavender_]

{{OOOO.. ya, I totally spazzed. Woops =P. I gotta change that, just a sec.}}