Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Feb 26, 2006 13:36:02 GMT -5
Sadly enough, Teagan's old gray shoes were falling apart. They were years old, and the prefect was fortunate that her feet hadn't had a sudden growth spurt in that time. By now, the dark chunks of leather were tight around her simple socks and caused pressure on her pale, hidden feet. Her toes had little room, and her average-sized toenails pushed against the interior of her small garments. Of course, her feet were snug--too snug--so they were warm in the cold weather. Still, she'd rather have roomier feet than them being as sweaty and moist as they were. Also, she wasn't pleased by the tightness they were surrounded by. Though she could have used the Enlarging Charm, it wouldn't have been precise enough to get used to; then, the shoe would still seem old, anyway.
The shoes were dark gray, and their strings matched matched them. They were so uniform in color, hardly anyone would bother giving them a second glance. Teagan wouldn't have, either, if she wasn't wearing them. The bottoms of the shoes were a darker gray than the rest, but it wasn't noticeable unless you were to look under the shoe specifically. The shoes definitely had a boring appearance. Like their wearer, they weren't very flashy or eccentric. Another familiar thought was that they shoes were inconspicuous, like Teagan often tried to be. Usually, she was victorious in this thought, but it might have been due to the fact that her personality or lack there of might have given others a reason to go away.
These pathetic shoes were old, torn, and ragged. Of course, Teagan had used several repairing charms on her pair of shoes, but the molecules' bonds still detached themselves. An old shoe was an old shoe, and it deteriorated with age. The strings were also weak, and Teagan would have need to repair everything more and more often. Thus, she was going to the popular and famous Triangle Tunnel. Even though Muggle stores were the ones that usually had shoes, she wasn't going out into their world. Of course, she would have chosen to visit Drakborough, but it was smaller and there was a much smaller chance of them even having shoes available.
Unfortunately, the Triangle Tunnel didn't seem as populous or impressive as it was famed to be. In fact, it seemed as if a few miniature tornadoes had ran through its whole. Quite a few things had been knocked over, and, generally, everything was a mess. In some places, blood lied, dry and lifeless. Many of the shops had broken windows, open doors, and looked completely ransacked on the inside. Teagan had to suppose that something not too pleasant had occurred. Perhaps some "dark" wizards had gone on the attack and had caused such ruin. Maybe humanoid creatures had finally become so aggravated by the magical folks interference and community that they had attacked in battle to slow the wizards' and witches' expansions. Possibly a war had started. Yet, the fact remained that, with all people missing, the Triangle Tunnel wasn't prospering and the fact remained that there probably wasn't going to be anyone that Teagan could purchase shoes from; that thought wasn't entertaining.
Teagan's long fingers scooped around some of her uncooperative bangs and slowly pushed them near her ear. Her hair was long, something that seemed to be in style for girls here, but it was a solid red color; for Teagan, it was too bright, but she didn't bother to do anything to adjust it. Her hair was also quite straight; unlike with her hair color, she had tried to make it at least wavier, but had failed several times over using Muggle Techniques and magical ones; after a while, she had given up and had chosen to just let it be. As for her bangs, they weren't long enough to go behind her ears, but, like with buying shoes, she hadn't gone to a barber lately. She could have considered her bangs to be some of the most annoying things to ever exist, but she did appreciate the feelings she got from having them shelter her eyes.
Her eyelashes were darker than her hair, fortunately. If they weren't, she'd probably look as if her eyes were glowing red. Ironically, her irises were actually red--well, more of a red with bits of purple to be exact at this time. If she was more stressed, her irises would reveal more violet; if she was more relaxed or comfortable at ease, they would have much less purple and, at absolute relaxation, would have been completely red. Of course, she was never that trusting, anyway, so her eyes usually held some kind of purple inside. She never appreciated their color. Ever, because of others.
It wouldn't have been much trouble to wear sunglasses to disguise her Monolayre looks, looks that were easily recognized in her odd eyes. Her pure-blood family's looks were something she didn't find appealing at all, though members were often considered "beautiful;" she flat-out didn't care. Humans usually noticed a person wearing sunglasses in dim light more than they would a person with eyes colored in that fashion, so she had chosen to act like other people--or as similar as Teagan could possibly be when it came to other people; unsurprisingly, she didn't talk as much and certainly wasn't as friendly as most.
For once, she was wearing her newly-acquired black robes. As usual, her Prefect badge was in her pocket. Since she wasn't at the school, there wasn't much reason for her to even wear it until she returned there. Now, it seemed as if that time would be even shorter than she thought.
The 5' 5" Ravenclaw prefect walked deeper into the Triangle Tunnel.
The shoes were dark gray, and their strings matched matched them. They were so uniform in color, hardly anyone would bother giving them a second glance. Teagan wouldn't have, either, if she wasn't wearing them. The bottoms of the shoes were a darker gray than the rest, but it wasn't noticeable unless you were to look under the shoe specifically. The shoes definitely had a boring appearance. Like their wearer, they weren't very flashy or eccentric. Another familiar thought was that they shoes were inconspicuous, like Teagan often tried to be. Usually, she was victorious in this thought, but it might have been due to the fact that her personality or lack there of might have given others a reason to go away.
These pathetic shoes were old, torn, and ragged. Of course, Teagan had used several repairing charms on her pair of shoes, but the molecules' bonds still detached themselves. An old shoe was an old shoe, and it deteriorated with age. The strings were also weak, and Teagan would have need to repair everything more and more often. Thus, she was going to the popular and famous Triangle Tunnel. Even though Muggle stores were the ones that usually had shoes, she wasn't going out into their world. Of course, she would have chosen to visit Drakborough, but it was smaller and there was a much smaller chance of them even having shoes available.
Unfortunately, the Triangle Tunnel didn't seem as populous or impressive as it was famed to be. In fact, it seemed as if a few miniature tornadoes had ran through its whole. Quite a few things had been knocked over, and, generally, everything was a mess. In some places, blood lied, dry and lifeless. Many of the shops had broken windows, open doors, and looked completely ransacked on the inside. Teagan had to suppose that something not too pleasant had occurred. Perhaps some "dark" wizards had gone on the attack and had caused such ruin. Maybe humanoid creatures had finally become so aggravated by the magical folks interference and community that they had attacked in battle to slow the wizards' and witches' expansions. Possibly a war had started. Yet, the fact remained that, with all people missing, the Triangle Tunnel wasn't prospering and the fact remained that there probably wasn't going to be anyone that Teagan could purchase shoes from; that thought wasn't entertaining.
Teagan's long fingers scooped around some of her uncooperative bangs and slowly pushed them near her ear. Her hair was long, something that seemed to be in style for girls here, but it was a solid red color; for Teagan, it was too bright, but she didn't bother to do anything to adjust it. Her hair was also quite straight; unlike with her hair color, she had tried to make it at least wavier, but had failed several times over using Muggle Techniques and magical ones; after a while, she had given up and had chosen to just let it be. As for her bangs, they weren't long enough to go behind her ears, but, like with buying shoes, she hadn't gone to a barber lately. She could have considered her bangs to be some of the most annoying things to ever exist, but she did appreciate the feelings she got from having them shelter her eyes.
Her eyelashes were darker than her hair, fortunately. If they weren't, she'd probably look as if her eyes were glowing red. Ironically, her irises were actually red--well, more of a red with bits of purple to be exact at this time. If she was more stressed, her irises would reveal more violet; if she was more relaxed or comfortable at ease, they would have much less purple and, at absolute relaxation, would have been completely red. Of course, she was never that trusting, anyway, so her eyes usually held some kind of purple inside. She never appreciated their color. Ever, because of others.
It wouldn't have been much trouble to wear sunglasses to disguise her Monolayre looks, looks that were easily recognized in her odd eyes. Her pure-blood family's looks were something she didn't find appealing at all, though members were often considered "beautiful;" she flat-out didn't care. Humans usually noticed a person wearing sunglasses in dim light more than they would a person with eyes colored in that fashion, so she had chosen to act like other people--or as similar as Teagan could possibly be when it came to other people; unsurprisingly, she didn't talk as much and certainly wasn't as friendly as most.
For once, she was wearing her newly-acquired black robes. As usual, her Prefect badge was in her pocket. Since she wasn't at the school, there wasn't much reason for her to even wear it until she returned there. Now, it seemed as if that time would be even shorter than she thought.
The 5' 5" Ravenclaw prefect walked deeper into the Triangle Tunnel.