Post by Felix I. Genero on Mar 24, 2008 18:20:07 GMT -5
Felix needed a break. Something. Anything. All this was too much for his. Well… not exactly. He loved all the excitement, yet still a break was nice. Talking about break, the fellow Firefoxers had a short few days of rest and relaxation in all the busyness because of the nice, warm Spanish weather. Cool breeze, hot sun, new earth, the typical wonderful spring weather. One day you step out in a light jacket and you find your self a large frozen block resembling a colored, life-sized ice cube, and the next day you wear a sweeter that your great aunt who you thought live in the middle of a jungle or something, and when you step out, you are greeted with a heat wave that could pop popcorn in a few seconds. Either way, Spring was here.
Felix took of the day, even though if he had stayed inside for the entire day, he would have a mountain of books to read, a flood of problems to solve, and a large tornado of-- something? But even if he stayed outside, the world would still turn on its axle, and all would be the same. Wearing jeans that were still about an inch and a quarter too short, a sweatshirt that Felix implanted his name in with a simple spell, no socks, and sneakers. If in doubt, wear a hoodie, and that’s just what Felix did.
Walking out a side door of the castle, Felix was first greeted with a bright, hot sunbeam that superheated his hoodie in seconds, and then an icy, artic wind stole every drop of heat, soul, life, and brain cell he had. Why did magic have to make everything so confusing? Walking around, swinging from the sun, and trying to escape the wind, Felix realized that Spring wasn’t all it was made up to be.
Walking around to the Greenhouse outdoors, Felix saw a small patch of tulips. The students must have planted them, for nothing regular could survive the magical claimant around them. Looking closely at them, Felix marveled at the simplicity of them, yet how they became so beautiful. Slightly off balance from looking down at the small Spring garden, a small, yet suspicious weed curled up. As it slowly wound around the ankle of the Gryffindor and sent him flying towards the ground, only to land in the tuplip patch.
What luck?
Felix took of the day, even though if he had stayed inside for the entire day, he would have a mountain of books to read, a flood of problems to solve, and a large tornado of-- something? But even if he stayed outside, the world would still turn on its axle, and all would be the same. Wearing jeans that were still about an inch and a quarter too short, a sweatshirt that Felix implanted his name in with a simple spell, no socks, and sneakers. If in doubt, wear a hoodie, and that’s just what Felix did.
Walking out a side door of the castle, Felix was first greeted with a bright, hot sunbeam that superheated his hoodie in seconds, and then an icy, artic wind stole every drop of heat, soul, life, and brain cell he had. Why did magic have to make everything so confusing? Walking around, swinging from the sun, and trying to escape the wind, Felix realized that Spring wasn’t all it was made up to be.
Walking around to the Greenhouse outdoors, Felix saw a small patch of tulips. The students must have planted them, for nothing regular could survive the magical claimant around them. Looking closely at them, Felix marveled at the simplicity of them, yet how they became so beautiful. Slightly off balance from looking down at the small Spring garden, a small, yet suspicious weed curled up. As it slowly wound around the ankle of the Gryffindor and sent him flying towards the ground, only to land in the tuplip patch.
What luck?