Post by Professor O'Conner on Feb 21, 2007 22:10:42 GMT -5
Again, it was Ashelle's shift in the Hospital Wing, again all was quiet. Ashelle sat at the desk, looking at herself in a hand mirror. Her chest was now a size A 1/2, and was growing far to fast for her liking. But today that was not the focus of her exacting scrutiny. Today she had suddenly noticed her eyes, while still very deep blue and beautiful in that regard, were . . . off. She couldn't put her finger on the difference, but they seemed . . . not right. A thought had flashed in her head, Could they be crooked?! And she was now examining every small crease of her eyelid's for any sign of unattractiveness.
"It's bad enough that I must bear the burden of being female, but if my face changes, that will just about take the bloody cake!" she said to no one. There was a Slytherin boy sleeping off a bad potions accident, but he was quite sound asleep, and Ashelle was not speaking loudly on his account.
"I wonder why nothing ever happens on my shifts? I don't suppose someone goes around making sure no one comes to see me . . . that would be rather time consuming." Today the sun shone through the large elaborate glass windows, almost warming the room, had it not been for the cold February wind wuthering about the school. Ashelle pulled her school cloak tighter around her as she heard the winds moans. It was warm enough in the Hospital Wing, but the sound of the wind sent shivers down her spine.
"I sure hope my shift ends soon." she said, and returned to examining her face in the mirror.
"It's bad enough that I must bear the burden of being female, but if my face changes, that will just about take the bloody cake!" she said to no one. There was a Slytherin boy sleeping off a bad potions accident, but he was quite sound asleep, and Ashelle was not speaking loudly on his account.
"I wonder why nothing ever happens on my shifts? I don't suppose someone goes around making sure no one comes to see me . . . that would be rather time consuming." Today the sun shone through the large elaborate glass windows, almost warming the room, had it not been for the cold February wind wuthering about the school. Ashelle pulled her school cloak tighter around her as she heard the winds moans. It was warm enough in the Hospital Wing, but the sound of the wind sent shivers down her spine.
"I sure hope my shift ends soon." she said, and returned to examining her face in the mirror.