Post by sacri on Apr 10, 2007 14:22:31 GMT -5
tick. tick. tick-tock. tick. tick. tick-tock.
The rhythm continued endlessly as each second of time simply ticked away, giving into the fact that once a moment passed, it was gone forever. But not always, not in the magic world. Magic gave way too new beginnings, new doors, ways out that the human mind wasn't supposed to comprehend, or logically figure out. Though magic wasn't logical, it definetly wasn't logical. One who possessed the trait of magic, and that was real magic, not those silly card tricks and mind games that would bring shame to the wizards and witches of the past and current ages, oh no, real magic was much different.
From the way she saw it, everyone had magic potential, to her an underlying gene trait that humans just hadn't discovered. For some it was more evident, for others it was not and would be left inactive and unused. The present hidden behind the Christmas tree that was never opened, and when it was, wouldn't be needed anymore. Purebloods could only think themselves better because their gifts were there, and evident, neon lights flashing around saying open me, open me! With some exceptions, some were tossed iron clad gift boxes, that could not be opened no matter how hard they tried, leaving the owner deprived of the gift they shouldn't have been given. But for muggles, the gifts were found, tucked behind chairs and under staircases, saying, 'I'm not meant to be open... But you should, you definetly should. Just, because you can. You're curious aren't you..?' And the muggles, why if they had the potential, why they were scooped up by the schooling system and sent away, given a wand to help control said powers and the proper schooling to learn the spells.
And she had the magic potential. And she was sent a letter, and she was given a wand, scooped away, and sent to a boarding school that no one really knew of, and that no one really knew where it was. But it didn't bother her, it was an adventure, with all kinds of twists and turns that she enjoyed every minute of. Well most of every minute. But now, things were getting worse, like everything magic has two side, good and bad, light and dark. And the dark side was definetly getting worse, being led my none other then Lord Voldemort, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, his followers had started killing people. they had thought he was gone, but he wasn't he was back, and the school she was attending was in danger. There had all ready been attacks on Beauxbatons Academy, she still had no idea how she'd survived the attack, but she had and everything was so, odd now. Like glass. if that described it. A few of the students had died, and she shuddered at the thought that more deaths were to follow, who would be next? She could barely think about it.
But the girl was, she was thinking of lots of things, and thinking was not the best thing to be doing when one should be sleeping. Even if it was nine o'clock, but Chasidia had gone to bed at three in the morning, had a dreadful headache, and couldn't sort her thoughts out.
tick. tick. tick-tock. tick. tick. tick-tock.
She sighed softly glancing at the silver watch on her wrist, she couldn't read it exactly, there was only a crack in the curtains that gave her light, but she presumed it was about nine in the morning. She ran a hand through her hair, sitting up in the bed and debating about going downstairs, or outside. To join the rest of the world, see if anyone was up or had chosen to sleep in. If she was going to think, might as well be in a position to not fall asleep. Who knows, it might calm her down.
She pulled back the curtains that surrounded her four poster bed as the grey morning light shone through the window, giving the girls fair skin a ghostly glow to it. It was raining, of course, it made everything just an extra bit drearier. She set her feet on the ground withdrawing momentarily before standing up, it was cold but she'd get used to it. She made her way to the foot of the bed, opening it and switching from the night gown to a pair of jeans and a white sweater, slipping on her runners after. She sighed softly running a hand through her hair looking around the room at the other beds, it seemed like the others were up, though they could be hiding safely behind the curtains. She grabbed the book from her nightstand before making her way to the door, turning on her heel back to her bed and grabbing a blanket which she wrapped around her shoulders to keep her warm. One more pause and she grabbed her wand as well, just to be safe. She was a tad bit paranoid. She turned back to the door, opening it and making her way into the hall, shutting the door behind her.
She slowly made her way down the stairs, eyes wandering around the common room. From this angle she couldn't really see who was in the common room, but she could see people. But no one really looked like someone she wanted to talk to, so she pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders as she crossed the common room, watching the rain splatter against the window. She liked rain, outside it is.
She made her way out of the common room, down the hall and down the stairs. A few minutes later and she was outside, cold wind on her face, the soft mist of rain that was caught on the wind, not directly in its path. She took a few steps forward, letting her hair attract the moisture as she walked around, eyes falling on a bench in the center on the courtyard. She made her way forward, hair now matted to her face as it fell from the sky. She sat down, pulling the blanket tighter around herself and drawing her knees to her chest as she closed her eyes.
Droplets slid down her forhead, falling off the tip of her nose. She couldn't help long for a bit of company. Not to talk to, but to be near to.
Today didn't feel like a good day. It was in the air. Maybe thats why she wanted a companionship.
After all, no one really wanted to talk today.
The rhythm continued endlessly as each second of time simply ticked away, giving into the fact that once a moment passed, it was gone forever. But not always, not in the magic world. Magic gave way too new beginnings, new doors, ways out that the human mind wasn't supposed to comprehend, or logically figure out. Though magic wasn't logical, it definetly wasn't logical. One who possessed the trait of magic, and that was real magic, not those silly card tricks and mind games that would bring shame to the wizards and witches of the past and current ages, oh no, real magic was much different.
From the way she saw it, everyone had magic potential, to her an underlying gene trait that humans just hadn't discovered. For some it was more evident, for others it was not and would be left inactive and unused. The present hidden behind the Christmas tree that was never opened, and when it was, wouldn't be needed anymore. Purebloods could only think themselves better because their gifts were there, and evident, neon lights flashing around saying open me, open me! With some exceptions, some were tossed iron clad gift boxes, that could not be opened no matter how hard they tried, leaving the owner deprived of the gift they shouldn't have been given. But for muggles, the gifts were found, tucked behind chairs and under staircases, saying, 'I'm not meant to be open... But you should, you definetly should. Just, because you can. You're curious aren't you..?' And the muggles, why if they had the potential, why they were scooped up by the schooling system and sent away, given a wand to help control said powers and the proper schooling to learn the spells.
And she had the magic potential. And she was sent a letter, and she was given a wand, scooped away, and sent to a boarding school that no one really knew of, and that no one really knew where it was. But it didn't bother her, it was an adventure, with all kinds of twists and turns that she enjoyed every minute of. Well most of every minute. But now, things were getting worse, like everything magic has two side, good and bad, light and dark. And the dark side was definetly getting worse, being led my none other then Lord Voldemort, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, his followers had started killing people. they had thought he was gone, but he wasn't he was back, and the school she was attending was in danger. There had all ready been attacks on Beauxbatons Academy, she still had no idea how she'd survived the attack, but she had and everything was so, odd now. Like glass. if that described it. A few of the students had died, and she shuddered at the thought that more deaths were to follow, who would be next? She could barely think about it.
But the girl was, she was thinking of lots of things, and thinking was not the best thing to be doing when one should be sleeping. Even if it was nine o'clock, but Chasidia had gone to bed at three in the morning, had a dreadful headache, and couldn't sort her thoughts out.
tick. tick. tick-tock. tick. tick. tick-tock.
She sighed softly glancing at the silver watch on her wrist, she couldn't read it exactly, there was only a crack in the curtains that gave her light, but she presumed it was about nine in the morning. She ran a hand through her hair, sitting up in the bed and debating about going downstairs, or outside. To join the rest of the world, see if anyone was up or had chosen to sleep in. If she was going to think, might as well be in a position to not fall asleep. Who knows, it might calm her down.
She pulled back the curtains that surrounded her four poster bed as the grey morning light shone through the window, giving the girls fair skin a ghostly glow to it. It was raining, of course, it made everything just an extra bit drearier. She set her feet on the ground withdrawing momentarily before standing up, it was cold but she'd get used to it. She made her way to the foot of the bed, opening it and switching from the night gown to a pair of jeans and a white sweater, slipping on her runners after. She sighed softly running a hand through her hair looking around the room at the other beds, it seemed like the others were up, though they could be hiding safely behind the curtains. She grabbed the book from her nightstand before making her way to the door, turning on her heel back to her bed and grabbing a blanket which she wrapped around her shoulders to keep her warm. One more pause and she grabbed her wand as well, just to be safe. She was a tad bit paranoid. She turned back to the door, opening it and making her way into the hall, shutting the door behind her.
She slowly made her way down the stairs, eyes wandering around the common room. From this angle she couldn't really see who was in the common room, but she could see people. But no one really looked like someone she wanted to talk to, so she pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders as she crossed the common room, watching the rain splatter against the window. She liked rain, outside it is.
She made her way out of the common room, down the hall and down the stairs. A few minutes later and she was outside, cold wind on her face, the soft mist of rain that was caught on the wind, not directly in its path. She took a few steps forward, letting her hair attract the moisture as she walked around, eyes falling on a bench in the center on the courtyard. She made her way forward, hair now matted to her face as it fell from the sky. She sat down, pulling the blanket tighter around herself and drawing her knees to her chest as she closed her eyes.
Droplets slid down her forhead, falling off the tip of her nose. She couldn't help long for a bit of company. Not to talk to, but to be near to.
Today didn't feel like a good day. It was in the air. Maybe thats why she wanted a companionship.
After all, no one really wanted to talk today.