Post by Roan on Jul 1, 2007 19:59:19 GMT -5
{For Sylph, Charlotte, Forgoil, Muryllis (if he wants to), and anyone else I may choose to add in}
He had said anything he told her went. She had to listen to his word and judgment without questions if she wanted the answers and aid she sought. When Roan had left the Woods she had been fully prepared to just open up to her friends about being a lycan and going to Fenrir as a mentor. With every step towards the school she had lost that resolve and now was scared to death. The rest of that day and evening she had paced her room and thought of how she was going to tell them. No good answers had come, but at least she had paced herself to exhaustion and thus gotten some sleep that night. When morning came she knew she couldn’t put it off any longer, everything had to be done today so that she knew the direction her life was going to go. There was no use spending her hours in suspense.
Roan had spent that morning packing everything that she may need to take with her in a hurry. There was always a chance that a friend of hers may not wish her to remain at Firefox, especially when she told them about Fenrir. They had to keep out of the Woods or the person who ventured in and she herself would be serious danger, and she didn’t want to feel guilty about it should that happen. They had to know. The dragons were perched on the bed as they usually were during the lazy hours of the day. Though they were not resting or sleeping. Instead, two pairs of black orbs were focused on Roan where she stood by the desk in her room. The lycaness was patiently finishing a braid of her long brown hair, hazel eyes staring at the wood grain of the desk in front of her. She didn’t appear as depsressed and broken as she had been since the days of the bite, but there was still the obvious stress. No longer would she wear wizarding robes, those were packed at the very bottom of her trunk to do nothing more than gather dust. Those were a thing of her lost past.
Instead she wore muggle clothing, some jeans and a red shirt, some gym shoes that had obviously seen better days. The wizarding world just wasn’t her life anymore, Fenrir was right. It was time to let her friends know that. Tying off her braid carefully, Roan also picked up a small pouch from the surface of the desk. It was warm to her touch, though thankfully it wouldn’t burn her. Unknown’s silver and ruby ring that she had put on a silver chain was inside, something she could now never wear or touch. Roan intended to give it to one of her friends, as it was such a lovely thing that had been given to her under some rather serious circumstances. She had no idea it had belonged to Slytherin who had given it to Unknown who then passed it onto her in the Dueling Hall a year prior.
Slipping the pouch into her pocket, the girl took a deep breath before turning to her dragons. “Let’s get going guys. You know what to do if things go badly.” The last part made her mouth dry, as she hoped everyone would be mildly accepting of this. But maybe that was too much to hope for. The brunette turned and left the room, and then the Common Room at a fast pace. It was nearly two in the afternoon, about the time she had requested her friends meet her at the Greenhouse. That was the one thing she had managed the night before, send short letters to her friends practically begging them to come to the Greenhouses at that time. It was just just took hard to track everyone down at the same time as by now most had separated. Had she thought she could say what she wanted several times she would have confronted each one personally. But she only had the strength to do this once.
The way to the Greenhouses was longer than she thought, and Roan walked the entire way alone save for the dragons. Nervously she toyed with the end of her braid and thought of what she was going to say. The easiest way would be to just come out with it, and then wait for the response. Roan reached the Greenhouses and opened the door, slipping inside. The brunette had chosen this place because it was isolated and neutral. Though on school grounds it was inside the school itself. Nobody should barge in on them, as she very much needed. Roan’s emotions and stress were so high there was really no telling what she would do to someone who got on her nerves, and it could be seen by the faint flickering of flames behind her nervous hazel eyes. The brunette just leaned against the glass wall among the plants, waiting for anyone to get there. The sooner she got this over with, the better.
He had said anything he told her went. She had to listen to his word and judgment without questions if she wanted the answers and aid she sought. When Roan had left the Woods she had been fully prepared to just open up to her friends about being a lycan and going to Fenrir as a mentor. With every step towards the school she had lost that resolve and now was scared to death. The rest of that day and evening she had paced her room and thought of how she was going to tell them. No good answers had come, but at least she had paced herself to exhaustion and thus gotten some sleep that night. When morning came she knew she couldn’t put it off any longer, everything had to be done today so that she knew the direction her life was going to go. There was no use spending her hours in suspense.
Roan had spent that morning packing everything that she may need to take with her in a hurry. There was always a chance that a friend of hers may not wish her to remain at Firefox, especially when she told them about Fenrir. They had to keep out of the Woods or the person who ventured in and she herself would be serious danger, and she didn’t want to feel guilty about it should that happen. They had to know. The dragons were perched on the bed as they usually were during the lazy hours of the day. Though they were not resting or sleeping. Instead, two pairs of black orbs were focused on Roan where she stood by the desk in her room. The lycaness was patiently finishing a braid of her long brown hair, hazel eyes staring at the wood grain of the desk in front of her. She didn’t appear as depsressed and broken as she had been since the days of the bite, but there was still the obvious stress. No longer would she wear wizarding robes, those were packed at the very bottom of her trunk to do nothing more than gather dust. Those were a thing of her lost past.
Instead she wore muggle clothing, some jeans and a red shirt, some gym shoes that had obviously seen better days. The wizarding world just wasn’t her life anymore, Fenrir was right. It was time to let her friends know that. Tying off her braid carefully, Roan also picked up a small pouch from the surface of the desk. It was warm to her touch, though thankfully it wouldn’t burn her. Unknown’s silver and ruby ring that she had put on a silver chain was inside, something she could now never wear or touch. Roan intended to give it to one of her friends, as it was such a lovely thing that had been given to her under some rather serious circumstances. She had no idea it had belonged to Slytherin who had given it to Unknown who then passed it onto her in the Dueling Hall a year prior.
Slipping the pouch into her pocket, the girl took a deep breath before turning to her dragons. “Let’s get going guys. You know what to do if things go badly.” The last part made her mouth dry, as she hoped everyone would be mildly accepting of this. But maybe that was too much to hope for. The brunette turned and left the room, and then the Common Room at a fast pace. It was nearly two in the afternoon, about the time she had requested her friends meet her at the Greenhouse. That was the one thing she had managed the night before, send short letters to her friends practically begging them to come to the Greenhouses at that time. It was just just took hard to track everyone down at the same time as by now most had separated. Had she thought she could say what she wanted several times she would have confronted each one personally. But she only had the strength to do this once.
The way to the Greenhouses was longer than she thought, and Roan walked the entire way alone save for the dragons. Nervously she toyed with the end of her braid and thought of what she was going to say. The easiest way would be to just come out with it, and then wait for the response. Roan reached the Greenhouses and opened the door, slipping inside. The brunette had chosen this place because it was isolated and neutral. Though on school grounds it was inside the school itself. Nobody should barge in on them, as she very much needed. Roan’s emotions and stress were so high there was really no telling what she would do to someone who got on her nerves, and it could be seen by the faint flickering of flames behind her nervous hazel eyes. The brunette just leaned against the glass wall among the plants, waiting for anyone to get there. The sooner she got this over with, the better.