Post by maskofsanity6659 on Apr 28, 2009 8:31:39 GMT -8
"Toilet. Toilet. Toilet."
Why is it, that whenever you need to go, you can't? That it's always when there are no facilities around that you have to pass urine, relieve yourself, do a pee.
"Toilet. Toilet. Toilet."
It was approximately three o'clock in the afternoon and Allana Finnigan had just spend the entirety or her charms lesson needing to go to the loo. Now that she was a NEWT student most teachers insisted on pupils being mature enough not to need to go during class, and although she failed to see how exactly she was supposed to control when and where her bladder needed emptying, she was too embarrassed to interrupt the lesson to ask to go to the bog. Which is why as soon as the lesson was over she rushed to the first floor toilets, only to realised they were out of order and therefore sealed off.
"I really need a toilet."
In her mad desperation to relieve herself, Allana had been dashing around the first floor, even knocking over a poor, unsuspecting Hufflepuff first year in the process, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, she could pee. The nearest toilets that she knew of were in the Slytherin common room and there was no way she would make it down to the dungeon in time.
"Toilet. Toilet. For fuck's sake I have to go!"
She was about to give up and risk sneaking into the boy's room when she suddenly remembered a rumour she had heard when she was in her third year. There was a magical room, somewhere on the third floor, that changed itself into whatever you needed it to be, or most desired it to be, or something like that. At first, she thought it was complete and utter bullshit, but now....
"O magic room, reveal to me your secrets."
There was something about a tapestry, you had to run in front of it. It was the one with the nutter trying to teach trolls to dance. Wait, she had already passed that one, she knew where it was!
"Toilet. Toilet. Toilet."
So there she was. Dashing back in forward in front of a brick wall, her hazel eyes surrounded by smudged, black eye liner wide as diner plates, her dyed black hair flying about all over the place, her fitted black and green robes sitting askew on her shoulders and trailing behind her. She had been told the rumour by an older student; he was in fifth year at the time. He said that you really have to concentrate on the thing that you need, like she wasn't having trouble thinking of anything else. She was starting to think that there was no special secret room at all.
"Toilet. Toilet. Toilet."
If she had any common sense at all, Allana would have given up ages ago. She would have realised that this room was never going to show itself for her, and that if she had left as soon as she's realised the first floor lavatories were not a possibility at the present moment she would have reached the Slytherin common room by now, but being in such a state of desperation can take away some of your common sense. Instead, she continued pacing back and forth of the wall not realising that she was no longer speaking but talking. In fact, she didn't even realise that she was no longer the only person on the first floor.
Why is it, that whenever you need to go, you can't? That it's always when there are no facilities around that you have to pass urine, relieve yourself, do a pee.
"Toilet. Toilet. Toilet."
It was approximately three o'clock in the afternoon and Allana Finnigan had just spend the entirety or her charms lesson needing to go to the loo. Now that she was a NEWT student most teachers insisted on pupils being mature enough not to need to go during class, and although she failed to see how exactly she was supposed to control when and where her bladder needed emptying, she was too embarrassed to interrupt the lesson to ask to go to the bog. Which is why as soon as the lesson was over she rushed to the first floor toilets, only to realised they were out of order and therefore sealed off.
"I really need a toilet."
In her mad desperation to relieve herself, Allana had been dashing around the first floor, even knocking over a poor, unsuspecting Hufflepuff first year in the process, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, she could pee. The nearest toilets that she knew of were in the Slytherin common room and there was no way she would make it down to the dungeon in time.
"Toilet. Toilet. For fuck's sake I have to go!"
She was about to give up and risk sneaking into the boy's room when she suddenly remembered a rumour she had heard when she was in her third year. There was a magical room, somewhere on the third floor, that changed itself into whatever you needed it to be, or most desired it to be, or something like that. At first, she thought it was complete and utter bullshit, but now....
"O magic room, reveal to me your secrets."
There was something about a tapestry, you had to run in front of it. It was the one with the nutter trying to teach trolls to dance. Wait, she had already passed that one, she knew where it was!
"Toilet. Toilet. Toilet."
So there she was. Dashing back in forward in front of a brick wall, her hazel eyes surrounded by smudged, black eye liner wide as diner plates, her dyed black hair flying about all over the place, her fitted black and green robes sitting askew on her shoulders and trailing behind her. She had been told the rumour by an older student; he was in fifth year at the time. He said that you really have to concentrate on the thing that you need, like she wasn't having trouble thinking of anything else. She was starting to think that there was no special secret room at all.
"Toilet. Toilet. Toilet."
If she had any common sense at all, Allana would have given up ages ago. She would have realised that this room was never going to show itself for her, and that if she had left as soon as she's realised the first floor lavatories were not a possibility at the present moment she would have reached the Slytherin common room by now, but being in such a state of desperation can take away some of your common sense. Instead, she continued pacing back and forth of the wall not realising that she was no longer speaking but talking. In fact, she didn't even realise that she was no longer the only person on the first floor.
