Post by Gwen on Aug 21, 2008 13:44:16 GMT -5
Another odd sense of deja vu coursed through the ex Slytherin's veins. Especially when her purpose for returning to the Crypt was about the same when she asked to be taken under Syrus Korodin's wing only during winter of the previous year. But however, he seemed to have left before the lessons could even begin. though she was slightly angered about this, she continued studying the art on her own time. Though she couldn't make much progress on her own.
The sun had just set giving way to the stars that summer evening and there wasn't a single living being alive in sight. With arms crossed under her chest, the Bulgarian witch quietly made her way through the rows of graves that occupied the slightly wooded area. She didn't know what the possibility of running into her mentor here was, but she she was determined on finding him.
"Damn that Shadonious," she muttered under her breath as she looked down at the black and white robes that concealed her stomach. "I swear to whatever is fucking out there that I'm going to fucking murder him," she sighed as she continued to mentally blame her for her current condition. Aka: knocking her up against her will.
Getting back th why she was there, the seventeen year old witch sat down on a fallen branch and took out a quill, ink, and parchment. After writing a small note asking for Syrus' company once again, she sighed lightly as she noticed her raven behind her. "Following me around seems to be quite a good thing at times," she smirked as she removed the ribbon that held back her black hair and tied the note to the bird's leg and watched it soar off to deliver the note to her semi-mentor.
Crossing her legs, ice like eyes stared up at the night sky blankly. Gwen realized that she pretty much ditched muggle clothing except for slacks and oxfords. But then again, the pure-blood went through several changes over the past few months. Not really for the better, but not quite for the worse either. She pointblank, just started dressing in wizarding wear and resumed some old prejudices.
"Please come," the Slavic witch begged just under her breath.
(First post to Syrus)DERP!
The sun had just set giving way to the stars that summer evening and there wasn't a single living being alive in sight. With arms crossed under her chest, the Bulgarian witch quietly made her way through the rows of graves that occupied the slightly wooded area. She didn't know what the possibility of running into her mentor here was, but she she was determined on finding him.
"Damn that Shadonious," she muttered under her breath as she looked down at the black and white robes that concealed her stomach. "I swear to whatever is fucking out there that I'm going to fucking murder him," she sighed as she continued to mentally blame her for her current condition. Aka: knocking her up against her will.
Getting back th why she was there, the seventeen year old witch sat down on a fallen branch and took out a quill, ink, and parchment. After writing a small note asking for Syrus' company once again, she sighed lightly as she noticed her raven behind her. "Following me around seems to be quite a good thing at times," she smirked as she removed the ribbon that held back her black hair and tied the note to the bird's leg and watched it soar off to deliver the note to her semi-mentor.
Crossing her legs, ice like eyes stared up at the night sky blankly. Gwen realized that she pretty much ditched muggle clothing except for slacks and oxfords. But then again, the pure-blood went through several changes over the past few months. Not really for the better, but not quite for the worse either. She pointblank, just started dressing in wizarding wear and resumed some old prejudices.
"Please come," the Slavic witch begged just under her breath.
(First post to Syrus)DERP!