Star had been exploring Firefox University when she had come across The Crypt. She didn't even know why she bothered going in because she didn't know anyone that had died and buried in this crypt.
She looked at it's cold white stone wondering who could be in there. She wonderd how they died, and why. Was it for a great cause or a simple accident?
She was overcome with a feeling of grief for these poor souls. These humans who had lost their lives. She let one tear fall for every soul.
Star felt foolish for crying, but was overcome by the sensation of sadness no matter how hard she fought it. She sank to her knees and wept in her hands, realizing that only sound that could be heard was her sobs of sorrow for the souls.
Last Edit: Sept 10, 2007 20:30:30 GMT -5 by stardust
A boy in a black cloak made his way across the campus. He had been having anxiety issues lately, worries not of evil or danger - both of these encompassing the same thing as well as not being his position to deal with, there were teachers and the Headmaster for that. No, his anxieties were simply the normal problems of a teenager, and not to mention a Slytherin.
So psychologically involved, so 'self-centered' and so in need of people, Ignatius Fletcher was worried about people. Not just people, but friends. And not just friends, but, well...it found itself centered. The Slytherin had found the school relatively empty at night now, with most people either doing their homework or sick with some kind of wizarding epidemic - probably just a simple common cold, something that not even wizards could find a cure for.
Why did he ever assume that the Crypt of his House's Founder was a place where he'd find people? Even if there were students or someone friendly to be found there, they'd be creepy and probably interested in Necromancy. Amongst the dead the student found no peace - they were not the souls of loving people who lay in rest, they were simply bodies whose owners had moved on to somewhere far far away.
But as Ignatius walked past a gravestone that held a name of a valiant student, he could hear the faint sound of sobs coming from before the Crypt. The Slytherin marched toward the sound of the crying, wondering if he was heading towards the mystic trap of a ghoul or a poor ghost of a child, when he saw someone who made his heart sink. His face turning ashen white, a gulp rolling down his throat, Ignatius sighed and walked towards the girl stiffly. "Star..." he said with a surprisingly calm voice, "Has something...happened?"
Star looked at Ignatius with wet eyes. She couldn't help from blushing a deep red. She held her breath a little before she started. She didn't know anyone would have found her here, espically not Ignatius of whome she adored for being one of her first friends here besides T.J.
She sniffed and tried to hide the silly tears from him. "I am perfectly alright..." She lied, knowing that her trying to lie was completly impossible to do. It sounded fake even to her so she added, " I just don't understand these tears. I was only exploring when I found this place and was overcome with....sadness."
Star blushed again. What a foolish thing to say! She continued to dry her tear covered face. What where the meaning of these useless tears!?! She couldn't understand them.
"I felt so overcome with this feeling... I felt as though I must cry because not crying would be a shameful thing to do," She sniffed again then continued, "What a silly thing, isn't it? To cry for no reason."
But maybe there was a reason that Star didn't know of. Maybe her tears were from homesickness or stress or just to beable to cry. It was an unusual thing for her to cry. She only rememberd a few times in her life when she had cried so hard it had hurt.
Once when she was 7-years-old and her most favorite cat had been run over by a stupid muggle car. She had cried for so long but never when her family was watching. It had felt to sacred to cry for her cat in front of them.
Then the second time was when she was 9 and had her hand slashed open with a knife on accident. She was cutting an apple and it slipped, resulting in 15 stiches. The scar could still be seen on her hand but was now only a silver line.
And the third time was when she realized that she would never be going to school with her friends ever again because she was a witch. She was extremly excited and curious about her new school, but her friends had meant so much to her and now she couldn't even use a phone to call them. And Star knew they didn't know how to use an owl.
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2007 20:25:23 GMT -5 by stardust
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
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Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
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Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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