A/N: I'm really proud of this rule, I wrote it completely by myself because Emma. I've spent a lot of time trying to make it perfect, and I suppose it's alright...
DreamingOnACloud requested: #165: My "quill-flourish-note-taking dance" is really unnecessary.
-FandomSavedMe (née PJatOgirl)
"Get out your notebooks and quills, class."
We oblige. I open my book and choose an unbroken quill from my bag. I have to dig around a bit and Snape has begun talking when I've found one. I know I can get the notes from someone else, so I'm not too worried about missing the beginning. Which is good, because I also have difficulty finding an inkwell. When I finally fish one out of the bottom of my bag, I place it in the top right corner of my desk, make sure it's perfectly lined up with the corner. Then I take my quill and wave it around a bit before carefully dipping it in my ink.
Two minutes later, I'm as bored as a Niffler with nothing to niffle. I am barely paying attention, focusing more on trying to stay awake than on the lesson. My quill runs out of ink, and I go to dip it in the inkwell again, waving my hand like I'm the Queen in a parade. And suddenly I amuse myself every minute or so when I must re-ink, twirling my quill with more and more intricate wrist movements. Soon it spreads to my arm, swishing dramatically, and then my entire torso, leaning back and forth, and before I really think about it, I find myself pushing my chair back and standing up. Each time I need ink I begin to dance, first by swaying, my entire body moving fluidly in what the boys and I jokingly call my 'contemporary' dance moves. I rather forget I'm in class, and instead of taking notes I'm really just swirling my quill on the parchment and throwing in a few scratched letters for good measure. The ink blots awfully but I'm too caught up in my dance to notice or care.
What I also don't notice is the fact that Snape isn't speaking anymore and there is no lecture for me to be taking notes of anyway. He clears his throat and I look up, realising. I sit down, ready for the familiar questioning.
"What…are…you…doing, Jones?" comes his drawling, annoyed voice.
"Oh, nothing. Just my little quill-flourish-note-taking dance."
"I assure you, it is completely unnecessary. Five points from Gryffindor if you proceed with this again."
"Alright, Professor."
He glares at me for a long moment, then turns around and starts drawling again. "As I was saying, the importance of temperature throughout the potion-making process is infinitely…"
Ugh. This is so…boring. And my quill needs ink.