Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Aug 10, 2009 0:03:16 GMT -5
Lorraine Cunningham squinted first at the stairs leading to a large, large set of doors, then back down to the considerably large trunk lying forlornly at her feet. She made a lackadaisical effort to nudge it with a foot, which resulted in a squished toe, and wondered absently how she would get inside the school. Since her father had mistakenly written down the wrong time for when she would be departing, she had missed the usual method of transport with the rest of the students, and was now, instead, standing in front of what seemed to be a deserted front door. Well, it made sense. While it was still rather early in the morning, students and staff would most likely be eating breakfast, getting ready for the new day, or perhaps already in class. She could hardly expect anyone to be concerned enough about a missing student that they would keep a lookout for him or her, especially so if said student had been one that had successfully failed out of three other schools previously. In her defense, Lorraine had always put forth sincere effort to keep up with her studies, but, as they say, sometimes things were just not meant to be. Not that that kind of little detail would stop her from trying.
Deciding that trying to do anything with her trunk would be a lost cause at this point, and that if anyone really wanted to steal her belongings, they could go right on ahead, Lorraine ambled up the worn steps to where a cheery ray of morning sun had struck a large plaque.
This Arch was constructed one year following the inception of Firefox University following the destruction of the former Grand Gates of Slytherin during the War of the Shadows. We hope it will serve the same purpose, and will be a doorway for students of the future.
In memory of those who perished in the destruction, R.I.P.
The girl cocked her head, gray eyes gazing solemnly at the words. She vaguely remembered hearing something about a War of Shadows or whatnot at the last school she had been at, but had been a tad bit concerned with the whole "try not to fail out of any of your classes" concept (which had been, unfortunately, a wasted effort). By the last sentence of the memoriam, however, Lorraine deciphered that this so-called "war" had not been a happygoodwholesome thing. Maybe I'll be able to stay long enough at this school to find out what that's about, she thought affably, her mouth drawing into a vacant smile. The girl eyed her trunk for a moment, then turned and pulled weakly at the doors. She blinked, owlishly, before realizing that since this was a magical school, one probably could not go in and out as they pleased. A sound of mild dismay floated into the air, and Lorraine trudged somewhat dejectedly back to her trunk.
Deciding that trying to do anything with her trunk would be a lost cause at this point, and that if anyone really wanted to steal her belongings, they could go right on ahead, Lorraine ambled up the worn steps to where a cheery ray of morning sun had struck a large plaque.
This Arch was constructed one year following the inception of Firefox University following the destruction of the former Grand Gates of Slytherin during the War of the Shadows. We hope it will serve the same purpose, and will be a doorway for students of the future.
In memory of those who perished in the destruction, R.I.P.
The girl cocked her head, gray eyes gazing solemnly at the words. She vaguely remembered hearing something about a War of Shadows or whatnot at the last school she had been at, but had been a tad bit concerned with the whole "try not to fail out of any of your classes" concept (which had been, unfortunately, a wasted effort). By the last sentence of the memoriam, however, Lorraine deciphered that this so-called "war" had not been a happygoodwholesome thing. Maybe I'll be able to stay long enough at this school to find out what that's about, she thought affably, her mouth drawing into a vacant smile. The girl eyed her trunk for a moment, then turned and pulled weakly at the doors. She blinked, owlishly, before realizing that since this was a magical school, one probably could not go in and out as they pleased. A sound of mild dismay floated into the air, and Lorraine trudged somewhat dejectedly back to her trunk.