Post by Headmistress Adeline Darcy on Sept 30, 2006 5:02:10 GMT -5
Adeline remembered the last time she had visited the Hall of Baile, and had, since then, considered it to be quite the fortunate place. She also remembered mentioning something about a 'Welcome Ball' to Darien. It was coming up to Christmas, but she knew that if she could fit in one ball before that the students - and, probably, most of the professors - would be all the more thankful for it.
Because of that reason, she had decided to check in on the locked hall. She had been passing through that way, anyway, but found, to her surprise, that the Hall of Baile was unlocked. That was suspicious. She was absolutely sure that she had locked it, or Darien had, after they had last left, but here it was, doors swinging to and fro in the breeze. How strange.
Frowning, Adeline slipped into the hall, glancing around. Everything seemed fine, until she glanced to the left and saw a smashed, broken pile of boxes and crystal. "Damn, damn it..." She hurried over, shifting through all the jagged piece of broken table to try and find anything that wasn't bashed, but no; everything was in pieces. "Students. I swear to God, at breakfast tomorrow..." she muttered angrily, reaching into the pockets of the cream jacket she was wearing for her wand.
When she had it out, she quickly started pointing it at glasses and things. Every ten she repaired, she'd place them carefully in their - fixed - cardboard boxes. After a while, when she had finally had enough of saying, "Reparo!" every five seconds, she yanked an old dining chair from a pile of them near the door, and sat on it, breathing slightly heavily.
Adeline glanced around the room, imagining it the way Darien had shown her by spell, and smiled, beginning to sing the song she had been the last time she was here under her breath. She watched imaginary students dancing in their formal outfits, imaginary professors whispering to each other and laughing over imaginary drinks, and imaginary moonlight shining in through the window, amid its bed of sparkling stars.
Sighing and shaking the dream from her head, Adeline stood once more, waving her wand to repair the remaining wood and glass, hating the scraping sound of fingers running down a chalk board as all the tiny pieces of crystal fitted themselves together to look almost as good as knew.
As if an accident had never happened...
Because of that reason, she had decided to check in on the locked hall. She had been passing through that way, anyway, but found, to her surprise, that the Hall of Baile was unlocked. That was suspicious. She was absolutely sure that she had locked it, or Darien had, after they had last left, but here it was, doors swinging to and fro in the breeze. How strange.
Frowning, Adeline slipped into the hall, glancing around. Everything seemed fine, until she glanced to the left and saw a smashed, broken pile of boxes and crystal. "Damn, damn it..." She hurried over, shifting through all the jagged piece of broken table to try and find anything that wasn't bashed, but no; everything was in pieces. "Students. I swear to God, at breakfast tomorrow..." she muttered angrily, reaching into the pockets of the cream jacket she was wearing for her wand.
When she had it out, she quickly started pointing it at glasses and things. Every ten she repaired, she'd place them carefully in their - fixed - cardboard boxes. After a while, when she had finally had enough of saying, "Reparo!" every five seconds, she yanked an old dining chair from a pile of them near the door, and sat on it, breathing slightly heavily.
Adeline glanced around the room, imagining it the way Darien had shown her by spell, and smiled, beginning to sing the song she had been the last time she was here under her breath. She watched imaginary students dancing in their formal outfits, imaginary professors whispering to each other and laughing over imaginary drinks, and imaginary moonlight shining in through the window, amid its bed of sparkling stars.
Sighing and shaking the dream from her head, Adeline stood once more, waving her wand to repair the remaining wood and glass, hating the scraping sound of fingers running down a chalk board as all the tiny pieces of crystal fitted themselves together to look almost as good as knew.
As if an accident had never happened...
