Post by The Lady Raven on Aug 16, 2006 0:36:02 GMT -5
[OOC]I’m such a hypocrite, I know...I mean who here hasn’t been bothered by me for writing such long posts? Anyway, here’s my epic...[/OOC]
The small town of Drakborough, nestled quietly in the hills surrounding the Fortress, was surrounded by darkness on this particular cold and silent night. However cold it was, it was a still cold- the winds were silent and not even a breeze was present. It was so silent, in fact, that one might have been able to hear the soft whispering breaths of the children, asleep in their beds at this late hour.
The silence of the town, having been utterly undisturbed for hours, was suddenly interrupted by a loud ‘crack!’ The noise seemed to echo on for moments, as there was no other sound to cut it off. But no one appeared to notice, for after what might have seemed like quite an extent of time, the town slept on- and not another sound was made.
In fact, the only person that might have noticed the sound at all, was a tall woman standing directly at the origin of the sound- some 50 meters from the town on a road leading up past the school. Had the night not been so dark, one might have noticed the appearance of this strange and foreign woman. She was quite tall, almost 6-foot, and had a rather narrow and sharp physique. She was clad in all green- from her deep emerald robes, and her matching hat, to her dark myrtle cape. Her shoes were quite large to accommodate her feet and appeared rather English in style.
Her face, however, was most conspicuous. Her long blonde hair was pulled most tightly to the back of her head, giving her face a harsh look. Both her chin and nose had a pointed look to them, and she had very fine and slanted eyebrows. Her pursed mouth was small and her lips quite thin- all together the woman had a very stern and almost sinister look about her. But her most shocking feature was her eyes. A very icy shade of blue, they were small and glaring, giving the woman an ominous look about her.
She whipped out a wand, and muttered ‘lumos.’ Despite her quite tone, her British accent was fairly obvious. The light from her wand played harshly upon her already stern appearance. Instead of shedding a warm glow to her features, it cast a malicious and cruel light upon her, only increasing her look of malevolence.
With a quick glance around her, she hurried forward. Onward into the night she went, following the road up to the Fortress. Never once did she look back, or falter in her stride and she continued onward, until suddenly- she stopped. She was still on the road, but it had led her very close to the school. She probably wouldn’t have noticed this, had the moon not, a few seconds before, decided to show itself. It hovered high above the fortress, illuminating for her the giant castle. Her gaze fell upon the building- or what was left of it- closest to her- the once grand library of Salazar Slytherin.
Unable to hide a look of amusement, the woman grinned slightly, as she let out a small chuckle.
“Oh dearie, looks like Robbie had some fun...”
She shook her head slightly, still chuckling, and then continued onward. The moon once again disappeared, and the night became dark once more.
A good half hour had past by this time, and it was nearing one in the morning. The woman had just reached the entrance to the Tunnel, and suddenly the winds picked up. Staring up towards the sky, the woman’s face got a look of utmost distain, as if she was scorning whomever was causing the fast-coming storm.
Hurrying along the Tunnel, the woman soon came to a narrow alleyway, and turned down it. Stopping about halfway down, underneath a swinging sign reading ‘Raven’s Coffee Shop’ she held out her palm to the doorknob of the café and mumbled something that sounded like ‘aprire,’ her harsh British accent destroying the flowing and romantic sound of the Italian. She cringed at the sound of her voice, as a soft yellow glow came from within the keyhole of the doorknob and the door swung open.
The woman hurried inside, just as it began to rain. Waving her hand behind her and voicing ‘chiudere!’ she threw her cloak over a chair as the door practically slammed itself shut. Rubbing her hands together, as if seeking some warmth, the woman strode over to the fireplace and, pointing her wand at it created a roaring fire within seconds.
She plopped down on the couch for a few seconds and starred at the fire. As she sat there, gazing into the blaze, odd changes began to come about her. First she appeared to shrink in stature, and then her feet shrunk as well, her shoes now so loose that she could just slip her feet right out of them without untying them- which she did, bringing them up on the couch. Next her fingers became far less bony, and her whole figure began to fill out more. Her blue eyes became a piercing gray, and her harsh facial features became the rather lovely ones of the Lady Raven. Lastly, the blonde hair, fell out of it’s neat but tight bun, and became the long wavy raven-colored mane of the Raven-ness.
“Don’t I look a sight,” she said to herself, commenting on her ridiculous appearance in the green robes of the English witch. They fell much too long, and were rather tight around her bust and hips. Holding out her wand arm, she waved it about her, and the ill-fitting clothes became the usual dark attire of the lovely lady.
“Much better,” she concluded of both her new attire and the return of her own softly musical voice, lightly accented from her Italian heritage. Getting up again, she floated gracefully to behind her countertop, and began brewing a fresh pot of coffee. ..
[OOC: Eh...I'm going to double postie in a bit- please, do me a favor and just deal with it.]
The small town of Drakborough, nestled quietly in the hills surrounding the Fortress, was surrounded by darkness on this particular cold and silent night. However cold it was, it was a still cold- the winds were silent and not even a breeze was present. It was so silent, in fact, that one might have been able to hear the soft whispering breaths of the children, asleep in their beds at this late hour.
The silence of the town, having been utterly undisturbed for hours, was suddenly interrupted by a loud ‘crack!’ The noise seemed to echo on for moments, as there was no other sound to cut it off. But no one appeared to notice, for after what might have seemed like quite an extent of time, the town slept on- and not another sound was made.
In fact, the only person that might have noticed the sound at all, was a tall woman standing directly at the origin of the sound- some 50 meters from the town on a road leading up past the school. Had the night not been so dark, one might have noticed the appearance of this strange and foreign woman. She was quite tall, almost 6-foot, and had a rather narrow and sharp physique. She was clad in all green- from her deep emerald robes, and her matching hat, to her dark myrtle cape. Her shoes were quite large to accommodate her feet and appeared rather English in style.
Her face, however, was most conspicuous. Her long blonde hair was pulled most tightly to the back of her head, giving her face a harsh look. Both her chin and nose had a pointed look to them, and she had very fine and slanted eyebrows. Her pursed mouth was small and her lips quite thin- all together the woman had a very stern and almost sinister look about her. But her most shocking feature was her eyes. A very icy shade of blue, they were small and glaring, giving the woman an ominous look about her.
She whipped out a wand, and muttered ‘lumos.’ Despite her quite tone, her British accent was fairly obvious. The light from her wand played harshly upon her already stern appearance. Instead of shedding a warm glow to her features, it cast a malicious and cruel light upon her, only increasing her look of malevolence.
With a quick glance around her, she hurried forward. Onward into the night she went, following the road up to the Fortress. Never once did she look back, or falter in her stride and she continued onward, until suddenly- she stopped. She was still on the road, but it had led her very close to the school. She probably wouldn’t have noticed this, had the moon not, a few seconds before, decided to show itself. It hovered high above the fortress, illuminating for her the giant castle. Her gaze fell upon the building- or what was left of it- closest to her- the once grand library of Salazar Slytherin.
Unable to hide a look of amusement, the woman grinned slightly, as she let out a small chuckle.
“Oh dearie, looks like Robbie had some fun...”
She shook her head slightly, still chuckling, and then continued onward. The moon once again disappeared, and the night became dark once more.
A good half hour had past by this time, and it was nearing one in the morning. The woman had just reached the entrance to the Tunnel, and suddenly the winds picked up. Staring up towards the sky, the woman’s face got a look of utmost distain, as if she was scorning whomever was causing the fast-coming storm.
Hurrying along the Tunnel, the woman soon came to a narrow alleyway, and turned down it. Stopping about halfway down, underneath a swinging sign reading ‘Raven’s Coffee Shop’ she held out her palm to the doorknob of the café and mumbled something that sounded like ‘aprire,’ her harsh British accent destroying the flowing and romantic sound of the Italian. She cringed at the sound of her voice, as a soft yellow glow came from within the keyhole of the doorknob and the door swung open.
The woman hurried inside, just as it began to rain. Waving her hand behind her and voicing ‘chiudere!’ she threw her cloak over a chair as the door practically slammed itself shut. Rubbing her hands together, as if seeking some warmth, the woman strode over to the fireplace and, pointing her wand at it created a roaring fire within seconds.
She plopped down on the couch for a few seconds and starred at the fire. As she sat there, gazing into the blaze, odd changes began to come about her. First she appeared to shrink in stature, and then her feet shrunk as well, her shoes now so loose that she could just slip her feet right out of them without untying them- which she did, bringing them up on the couch. Next her fingers became far less bony, and her whole figure began to fill out more. Her blue eyes became a piercing gray, and her harsh facial features became the rather lovely ones of the Lady Raven. Lastly, the blonde hair, fell out of it’s neat but tight bun, and became the long wavy raven-colored mane of the Raven-ness.
“Don’t I look a sight,” she said to herself, commenting on her ridiculous appearance in the green robes of the English witch. They fell much too long, and were rather tight around her bust and hips. Holding out her wand arm, she waved it about her, and the ill-fitting clothes became the usual dark attire of the lovely lady.
“Much better,” she concluded of both her new attire and the return of her own softly musical voice, lightly accented from her Italian heritage. Getting up again, she floated gracefully to behind her countertop, and began brewing a fresh pot of coffee. ..
[OOC: Eh...I'm going to double postie in a bit- please, do me a favor and just deal with it.]