Owaranai uta. (closed/icl)

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* Head rested upon her desk in the back of potions and unaware of what Snape was talking about. *
* Though, the puddle of drool collecting near her mouth was a clear giveaway that she was sleeping. *
* Her partner kept prodding her in the shoulder and panicing while the fluid became a bright green color. *
* Inoue slowly peeled open her eyes and turned her attention to the male. *

Oi, put that root in the potion.

* Quirks up an eyebrow as her spastically threw the ingredient in and watched as it turned it's traditional black color. *
* Now, Inoue was rather intelligent for her strapping young age of eighteen but she didn't apply herself. *
* Her eyes gazed over to her composition notebook with some chicken scratch scrawled on the front cover. *

"Owaranai uta wo ita wo kuso ttare no sekai no tamen.
Owaranai uta wo ita wo subete no kuzu tomono tameni!" - The Blue Hearts

* Finally, the class was dismissed once the professor came around and studied all the cauldrons. *
* Inoue Takagaki slung her bookbag over her shoulder and exited the classroom once everybody had evacuated to a comforting spot for the rest of the day. *
* With her head held high, she wheeled off towards a lone corridor where only snogging couples ventured off into. *

Hopefully, somebody is in the clubroom today.

* With her free arm - that had not felt like it was going to fall off due to the heavy bookbag - she pushed open a door. *
* The room was furnished with a garage sale couch and an electronic guitar sat in the corner as well did a quick fixed drum set. *
* Alas, nobody was in the clubroom but at least there was a case of butterbeers stuffed in their miniature refrigerator which Inoue happy. *
* Popping one open, she plopped onto the couch and slung her guitar over her shoulder before strumming a chord. *

[Ed Taco]

*Dozes in Charms, hunched over desk, dark hair strewn about table*
*Has the super power to sleep through any class, no matter how loud or quiet*
*Even with Flitwick trying to control his unruly class*
*Thinking about everything and nothing at once*
*Mmm, craving popcorn chicken*

Brrriiing~!
*Oh...that's the end of class. Unwinds long limbs and slowly rises to feet.*
*Blinks sleepily at all of the rampant destruction that marks Flitwicks room.*
*Bummer...*
*Watches classmates file out, chattering loudly, and heaves a sigh. Sets down her bag and goes to help the small man down from the heavy light fixture.*

You okay, Professor?

*Watches blankly as he dusts himself off and begins to clear up the classroom with expert flicks, awarding Hufflepuff house five points for her assistance.*
*Nods, lips twitch in a relaxed smile.*
*Lifts bag over shoulder and exits class with a raised hand.*
*Corridors are bustling with everyone on their way to dinner, leaving a 6' Asian seventh year to amble away and towards a corner of the school that belongs to the numerous musicians that have banded (ha, a pun!) together for recognition.*

*Yon-Soo eventually reaches the clubroom, where she opens the door and sees...*
Ah...Inoue...yo.
*Raises hand in quiet greeting. Strolls in and drops bag on a small table, moving to get a drink.*

Want anything?
*Is as mellow and relaxed as ever. Is it any wonder the willowy asian is a bassist?*

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