Post by aurelie on Jan 8, 2009 22:47:16 GMT -5
Smooth, light caramel skin shimmered underneath a large burgundy velvet hat with a floppy brim. Smoked colors enhanced chocolate eyes underneath finely arched brows, a delicate nose with a slightly pink tip settled perfectly between them. Full, pouty lips sat beneath, a perfect cupid's bow forming along the top lip. Pale blush accentuated the fine sculpting of high cheekbones. Mixed. A little latin, a little african, and a lot of french.
Aurelie, a late-comer, stepped up to the archway that noted the entrance to her new magic school. The crisp linen of her white pin-striped shirt clashed with the texture of her cream stole with its giant ruby - nestled in a bronze setting - pinned securely to the left side. Her charcoal gray wool slacks rubbed together, sighing, as she took her next step. Her black Mia shoes clacked against the stone, but she kept her cool. Her almond-shaped eyes scanned over the area as she fought with her overstuffed burgundy velvet bag, her burgundy-on-wine striped tie swinging. She dropped the bag on the ground, her lithe hands going to her thin hips. She sighed, grabbed the bag back up, and swung it around to carry in front of herself. She leaned backward to compensate for the excess weight in front.
Aurelie kicked the main door open, hoping she hadn't offended the school for doing so, and cursing them under her breath at the same time for keeping the doors closed. Really, it had security, why close the doors with students bustling in and out all day? Aurelie swung her heavy pleated velvet catch-all inside the door, the wooden handles nearly slipping from burgundy-manicured fingers. She waddled in a ways and had to drop the bag again.
Empty. The entire hall was empty. Was it still break? Or was class in session? Excellent, knowing her luck, class would be in session, and she'd be struggling down the hallway, clack clack clack, when all the students would come rushing out at the end of their studies. Nobody would even notice her until they had mowed her down, or one observant student happened to see someone they hadn't yet. Or something along those lines. Or, everyone could just be at break still. Either way, Aurelie seemed in a right stitch. No one to show her where to go, and possibly enough people to knock her on her backside and into oblivion. She side, shook her head - and thus long, dark chocolate curls - and slid her hands around the grainy wood of her bag again. She waddled a little further and wondered if anyone was there. A single soul? Hello?