Sophie Jamison

March 20, 2011 11:52 AM

Self-censorship? by Sophie Jamison

Sophie hated homework. It just sucked for everybody involved. The students had to do it. The professors had to grade it. Why did they assign it if it gave them more work? The blonde didn’t understand the way adults thought.

Staring blankly at her Transfiguration book, the blonde was bored to tears. Firstly, she hardly understood a word of this stuff. Transfig was by far the worst class for her; she didn’t so much mind the teacher, but the class was just hard. Sighing, she closed the book, making a mental note to recruit Dulce for more tutoring later. Anyway, it wasn’t due for a week or so, so she had time.

Now she had absolutely nothing to do. Her leg muscles felt kind of tight though, so she hopped down onto the Common Room floor and began to stretch. As she stretched, she noted she was much more flexible than she had previously known because it took farther to actually feel the stretch working. Curious, she tried to do a full split and almost succeeded. That’s weird… she thought before standing up.

Another thing that was weird was how empty the Common Room was. Seriously, weren’t there, like, other people in Pecari? Sure, it was a Sunday afternoon, but shouldn’t people, like, exist? So caught up in the lack of people, she didn’t notice someone actually enter the room. When they spoke, it caught her completely off- guard.

“Ahh!” she screamed and jumped around to face the person. “What the quell?!” Of course that was a self-censorship, covering for a word Ileum said she should not say even though it wasn’t all that bad. The word she wanted did rhyme with “quell,” though. “I totally did not hear you come in!” she said, gasping for breath.
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