Post by Mirabelle Miette on Apr 12, 2007 13:14:19 GMT -5
[[The day after all the attacks. Nothing much as happened with Belle yet. ¬_¬ It's lunch time.]]
The sun was shining, the sky was blue and clear, dotted with small patches of fluffy white cloud, here and there, and the Courtyard was packed. There were hardly any benches left, as the students had poured out of the Hall of Snow to eat their lunches outside in the fresh air and sunlight. Mirabelle Miette, Head Girl and Intermise, was no exception to this, and was perched on the edge of a single stone bench, playing with her lunch before eating it and looking around.
She was searching for new students with her eyes. In their last Potions lesson - which never happened but let's just pretend it did because Katie is a lazy ass - she had listened to Professor Braeden Andrews moan about the sudden increase in student enrollment for half the lesson, and took it upon herself (as Head Girl, and all that) to welcome the new pupils. Now she just had to find some of the little buggers, because they seemed to all be invisible, or hiding from her.
The Intermise was still picking gently at her food, which consisted of pitta bread filled with salad - which was, of course, covered in dressing - and chicken and a small bag of French fries. A slightly odd combination, but she liked the taste of them together.
Belle was dressed appropriately for the sudden, warm and pleasant change in weather. She had a dark denim skirt across her legs that came to just above her knees - short for her - and a white vest top on which was slightly low-cut. Over the vest top she had a thin type of cardigan on, that had was forest green in colour and had a zip up the front. The sleeves were a little too long, covering all but the tips of her fingers on her hands. Long, clear nails peeped from behind the green material that was keeping her from getting too shivery.
Her blond curls were down and across her face a bit, but even they couldn't hide the big white plaster-type thing that was on her forehead. A casualty from the attack. Underneath it was a cut and a lot of bruising from where she'd bashed her head off... had it been a wardrobe? She couldn't quite remember. Thinking back, things were too fuzzy to make out such details.
Not that she'd ant to think about such things anyway.
The sun was shining, the sky was blue and clear, dotted with small patches of fluffy white cloud, here and there, and the Courtyard was packed. There were hardly any benches left, as the students had poured out of the Hall of Snow to eat their lunches outside in the fresh air and sunlight. Mirabelle Miette, Head Girl and Intermise, was no exception to this, and was perched on the edge of a single stone bench, playing with her lunch before eating it and looking around.
She was searching for new students with her eyes. In their last Potions lesson - which never happened but let's just pretend it did because Katie is a lazy ass - she had listened to Professor Braeden Andrews moan about the sudden increase in student enrollment for half the lesson, and took it upon herself (as Head Girl, and all that) to welcome the new pupils. Now she just had to find some of the little buggers, because they seemed to all be invisible, or hiding from her.
The Intermise was still picking gently at her food, which consisted of pitta bread filled with salad - which was, of course, covered in dressing - and chicken and a small bag of French fries. A slightly odd combination, but she liked the taste of them together.
Belle was dressed appropriately for the sudden, warm and pleasant change in weather. She had a dark denim skirt across her legs that came to just above her knees - short for her - and a white vest top on which was slightly low-cut. Over the vest top she had a thin type of cardigan on, that had was forest green in colour and had a zip up the front. The sleeves were a little too long, covering all but the tips of her fingers on her hands. Long, clear nails peeped from behind the green material that was keeping her from getting too shivery.
Her blond curls were down and across her face a bit, but even they couldn't hide the big white plaster-type thing that was on her forehead. A casualty from the attack. Underneath it was a cut and a lot of bruising from where she'd bashed her head off... had it been a wardrobe? She couldn't quite remember. Thinking back, things were too fuzzy to make out such details.
Not that she'd ant to think about such things anyway.
