Post by Aether Shardae on Jul 8, 2008 19:20:38 GMT -5
(Just so you all know, this thread is open!)
With special permission from Headmaster Windwaltz, the willowy Sixth Year entered the Feasting Hall with every intention of eating her fill, which she could tell would be a lot more than usual. There were a handful of kids-- mostly Fifth Years and higher, since they had the most free-time-- scattered about the massively long tables, but none of them were eating; they were playing Wizard's Chess or doing some sort of schoolwork.
The Hall echoed with so few people in there, and Aether knew people would stare when food started appearing in front of her and no one else. Well... here's too a new metabolism... and a new lifestyle, she thought as a round of food appeared in front of her.
She still looked disheveled; her hair was mussed, arms baring scabs that went rather deep and were still red from having happened the night before, her clothes were smeared with some dirt, and there was still a bloody bandage around her ankle. Seeing herself, Aether flicked her wand over her clothes and at least cleaned those off a little, not bothering to worry about anything else.
Most likely looking like the wolf that now hid inside of her, Aether dug in. Her right eye (the one that could see) stared at all the food happily as she tried to decide what to eat first. Nearly everything was meat; there was a little bit of cheese, but the table space in front of her held ribs, steak, pork, rabbit... many meat dishes and a little bread to pace herself. But she didn't bother with the starches and went straight for the steak, washing it down with a little pumpkin juice before continuing.
She was starving... but as Aether dropped a rib onto her plate, her eyes closed in pain. The burning in her veins had returned with a fierceness she hadn't expected. Dainty hands clenched into fists, the nails splitting her skin in a couple spots; but Aether Shardae didn't notice that through the inferno that was her body at that moment. Flashes of the night before, of the attack that had happened, ran through her mind at lightning speed.
Gone as quickly as it came on, the Ravenclaw took a few deep breaths and felt her forehead; her skin was hot, but she didn't feel ill. The pain wasn't something that could be cured, so Aether knew that she would just have to eat and then go rest, give herself some time to think about everything.
So she ate, barely taking the time to wipe the blood from her hands, knowing that someone would come over and ask for something to snack on until supper.
With special permission from Headmaster Windwaltz, the willowy Sixth Year entered the Feasting Hall with every intention of eating her fill, which she could tell would be a lot more than usual. There were a handful of kids-- mostly Fifth Years and higher, since they had the most free-time-- scattered about the massively long tables, but none of them were eating; they were playing Wizard's Chess or doing some sort of schoolwork.
The Hall echoed with so few people in there, and Aether knew people would stare when food started appearing in front of her and no one else. Well... here's too a new metabolism... and a new lifestyle, she thought as a round of food appeared in front of her.
She still looked disheveled; her hair was mussed, arms baring scabs that went rather deep and were still red from having happened the night before, her clothes were smeared with some dirt, and there was still a bloody bandage around her ankle. Seeing herself, Aether flicked her wand over her clothes and at least cleaned those off a little, not bothering to worry about anything else.
Most likely looking like the wolf that now hid inside of her, Aether dug in. Her right eye (the one that could see) stared at all the food happily as she tried to decide what to eat first. Nearly everything was meat; there was a little bit of cheese, but the table space in front of her held ribs, steak, pork, rabbit... many meat dishes and a little bread to pace herself. But she didn't bother with the starches and went straight for the steak, washing it down with a little pumpkin juice before continuing.
She was starving... but as Aether dropped a rib onto her plate, her eyes closed in pain. The burning in her veins had returned with a fierceness she hadn't expected. Dainty hands clenched into fists, the nails splitting her skin in a couple spots; but Aether Shardae didn't notice that through the inferno that was her body at that moment. Flashes of the night before, of the attack that had happened, ran through her mind at lightning speed.
Gone as quickly as it came on, the Ravenclaw took a few deep breaths and felt her forehead; her skin was hot, but she didn't feel ill. The pain wasn't something that could be cured, so Aether knew that she would just have to eat and then go rest, give herself some time to think about everything.
So she ate, barely taking the time to wipe the blood from her hands, knowing that someone would come over and ask for something to snack on until supper.