Post by †Mylinka† on Sept 2, 2009 18:14:56 GMT -5
The night air was cold and dry as a full moon rested in the dark azure heavens. A soft song was soaring through the dusk air and weaving its way through the crisp white snow flakes that fell to the dense earth. A young girl stood outside of the dark castle of which was called Hogwarts. Soft black hair framed her thin, pale face and emerald green eyes that matched her scarf's green stripes. She was about average height and stood to be about five-feet and four inches from the ground. It was past the time that she was allowed to be outside and she knew pretty well that she would have to pay for it later. If not, she was lucky.
Sitting down in the soft snow she gazed into the sky. Her song seemed to fly like a free bird and calm the strong wings that blew across the land. She silently lowered her head and gazed down at her feet. They were covered in a newly fitted and perfectly conditioned leather boots. Laying back she observed the night sky and every star in it. It was beautiful. However she wished it was always like this. She hated the day.
After approximately two hours of being outside the school grounds she finally decided to go back in. Sneaking back in through many secret entries she hastily made her way back to the Slytherin dorms.
As she entered a younger girl gazed at her in disbelief. " You snuck out again didn't you!"
"Shhh," Falbria hushed. "It was only for a short while." she said in a low and warning tone.
The younger girl looked away and quickly climbed back into her bed. " What if something ate you?"
" I really don;t care. It could have tried and it would be dead before it knew it. Falbria quickly changed out of her damp clothes and got dressed into her pajamas and then crawled into her bed.
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Morning soon came and conquered over the night. Everyone made their way down the many flight of stairs avoiding any that were trapped. Falbria came down and watched as her other classmates went to the Great hall. There they would go through the normal receiving of mail. Then they would eat and chat with the dead residence of Hogwarts.
Taking her seat at the Slytherin table she began to study her spells and eat at the same time. Her jet black hair was wavier than usual and seemed to be almost in curls. She had prepared it especially for today. She loathed wearing the same hairstyle every day. It was too plain and boring. She always loved for something different to take place.
Sitting down in the soft snow she gazed into the sky. Her song seemed to fly like a free bird and calm the strong wings that blew across the land. She silently lowered her head and gazed down at her feet. They were covered in a newly fitted and perfectly conditioned leather boots. Laying back she observed the night sky and every star in it. It was beautiful. However she wished it was always like this. She hated the day.
After approximately two hours of being outside the school grounds she finally decided to go back in. Sneaking back in through many secret entries she hastily made her way back to the Slytherin dorms.
As she entered a younger girl gazed at her in disbelief. " You snuck out again didn't you!"
"Shhh," Falbria hushed. "It was only for a short while." she said in a low and warning tone.
The younger girl looked away and quickly climbed back into her bed. " What if something ate you?"
" I really don;t care. It could have tried and it would be dead before it knew it. Falbria quickly changed out of her damp clothes and got dressed into her pajamas and then crawled into her bed.
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Morning soon came and conquered over the night. Everyone made their way down the many flight of stairs avoiding any that were trapped. Falbria came down and watched as her other classmates went to the Great hall. There they would go through the normal receiving of mail. Then they would eat and chat with the dead residence of Hogwarts.
Taking her seat at the Slytherin table she began to study her spells and eat at the same time. Her jet black hair was wavier than usual and seemed to be almost in curls. She had prepared it especially for today. She loathed wearing the same hairstyle every day. It was too plain and boring. She always loved for something different to take place.