Post by Jack Trove on Jun 2, 2008 18:42:39 GMT
Well thank heaven for that.
They were over. The d**ned exams (how the hell many did Orchid Hill-ers do in a year anyway?) had been more of a challenge for his rugby/Olivia preoccupied brain, because every time he should have been revising... well... he'd been with one of his favourite things instead. What did that song go like? The weird one, with the lady with too-short hair and a nun's hat?
"Raindrops on... argh... rugby balls... and... um... cream-coloured challenges?
Wild girls that flew with perfume on their wings?
These were a few of Jack's favourite things?"
... could catch on.
So now... he was here. Olivia (for once) had been busy enough to prolong their daily meeting 'til the darkened Common Room this evening, so Jack, feeling a... ahem, strange need to escape the place he had failed all his exams had decided to go for a jog, which had turned into a walk, which had turned into a collapse on the bank of the Glass Lake.
He hadn't felt this peaceful in a hell of a long time...
They were over. The d**ned exams (how the hell many did Orchid Hill-ers do in a year anyway?) had been more of a challenge for his rugby/Olivia preoccupied brain, because every time he should have been revising... well... he'd been with one of his favourite things instead. What did that song go like? The weird one, with the lady with too-short hair and a nun's hat?
"Raindrops on... argh... rugby balls... and... um... cream-coloured challenges?
Wild girls that flew with perfume on their wings?
These were a few of Jack's favourite things?"
... could catch on.
So now... he was here. Olivia (for once) had been busy enough to prolong their daily meeting 'til the darkened Common Room this evening, so Jack, feeling a... ahem, strange need to escape the place he had failed all his exams had decided to go for a jog, which had turned into a walk, which had turned into a collapse on the bank of the Glass Lake.
He hadn't felt this peaceful in a hell of a long time...
