Curl By The Fire

Ranting Heart

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I'm so sorry for not uploading earlier. Also for the really bland chapter. The direction in which I want this story was NOT very clear right then (or now, for that matter) and I really wanted to figure it all out. I really want to write this story to the best of my ability but it's not going to be happening if I don't function properly in public and please my parents, 'cause they control my life and by that I mean that they can "take away for my own good" (STEAL) my computer and phone. They are, weirdly, very good at hiding my stuff.

Oh my god, I'm ranting again. SOOOOORRRYYY. Continue with this shoddily written work.

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Greco-Roman mythology sucks sometimes at understanding the basics of everyday life. Like, Hercules dealt with monsters and super mean family members, but he never is said to have fought off smelly breath when kissing his lady loves or pesky mosquitoes. Same thing really. Calisto, though she had a LOT of old crushes gone sour like me, never knew the pangs of a bullied child. Nor aging, damn they Greek people, never aging properly. Maybe Cali did know the pain of being bullied, like by her father Atlas. And maybe Hercules faced abandonment and all those depressive stuff, from his father's cruel wife. Hell, Greek mythology is w-e-i-r-d.

My head hurts.

I leaned my head on my hands which were resting on my desk. I was supposed to be checking the class's reports on the Influence of the Upbringing of Remus and Romulus on the Roman Civilisation.

Of course, me being me, I was off thinking of stuff like this and how Remus Lupin had been named so appropriately by JKR and how I should have guessed him to be a werewolf, considering I knew how the original Remus had been brought up by a she-wolf and a woodpecker, though I side with Riordan when I say Lupa's the only mother the founders ever knew. Get it? REMUS LUPIN. Lupin meaning wolf-like. I should feel ashamed as a mythologist that I didn't figure it out early.

I'm procrastinating hard.

Shaking off the thread of procrastinative thought, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Unfortunately, all my good intentions went out the window when I saw that the paper I front of me belonged to Marly. Ugh, I need coffee.

I got off my chair to head to my ancient coffeepot to get my filter coffee going. I poured in some water in the pot and started boiling, then headed over to the box with things for my filter coffee. It's the best kind around. All my friends had turned to Starbucks' incredibly complicated coffee variants but I, I always side with my homemade filter. It takes more time and is more expensive in a way, as I buy my ground coffee from near my aunt's house in Kerala every 6 months. I bring over around 2 kilos of the best coffee never known from India to Oxford! Sometimes Aunt sends some with friends from India. I Love Coffee.

I poured the hot fragrant coffee into my Ravenclaw mug and brought it over to my desk, prepared to defeat my demons. Marly, Paper cuts, Marly, Exam paper correcting, judgMENTAL bastards, crappy reunions and Marly and did I ever mention a certain evil veela with a wand up her arse? I guess I did.

Sipping on the heavenly brew, I corrected all the papers and packed them away in my navy-blue briefcase. I turned over the bronze buttons fondly, remembering how happy I had been to receive this as a gift. The Ravenclaw colours, custom-made compartments and the front being adorned with my name in bronze had quickly made this a proud possession. Even when the presenter of the gift faded away from my life, the case itself was my favourite of all baggage of mine. I had even had incorporated some straps and stuff in to make it into a backpack at will. Cool, huh?

My mind continued to wander everywhere. I began to wonder if I had drunk something. My head felt heavy, so I headed off to the bathroom to brush my teeth and prepare for bed. Deciding that I deserved to rest, for tomorrow would be draining, for sure.