http://nomutineer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nomutineer.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2012-07-28 08:48 am

Umbridge High School Building, Saturday Evening

There were some clouds hanging around the spires of Umbridge High School, but not enough; there was an overlaying sense that there shouldn't be as much sunlight shining down on it as there was.

It was quiet. Kind of. There was tension in the air, a wound-up strung-up thing that ensnared the school. Somehow it seemed as if even the birds didn't want to touch down on the building itself, and the gates seemed to fold into themselves, even if they weren't quite shut.

And all that on a weekend, too.

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

Re: Detention - FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! Breakout!

[identity profile] doesntpatent.livejournal.com 2012-07-28 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a giant green guy, and everything was bad, and Annie had been questioning this whole thing a lot lately...

"You know what, I quit," she announced to no one in particular.

She didn't get paid enough for this. She didn't get paid at all, thanks.

Re: Detention - FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! Breakout!

[identity profile] sheisnotnice.livejournal.com 2012-07-28 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Natalie couldn't say she was surprised to hear someone say that, under the circumstances. Still, it caught her attention enough to look over.

"Then I suggest you run," she said.

Nooot a good place for quitters to be.

Re: Detention - FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! Breakout!

[identity profile] doesntpatent.livejournal.com 2012-07-28 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Annie took that in and decided, yeah, she really should. She'd never been one of the mean torturey ones, but better safe than sorry.

Though as she turned to run, she did oh so maturely stick her tongue out at Natalie. She didn't know why, but for some reason she had just never been a fan.

Re: Detention - FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! Breakout!

[identity profile] sheisnotnice.livejournal.com 2012-07-28 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
With Natalie rolling her eyes, that kind of went both ways. Both the not-liking and the mild immaturity.

"Goodbye, Annie," she called out, dryly, before going back to concentrating on those not running anywhere. Or, more precisely, those who were trying to.