Post by Ankea Ruusu on Sept 24, 2007 22:24:49 GMT -5
† Aito Maaginen †
Real Magic
Bright sunshine, light breeze, and fair temperatures...a picturesque day. Who wouldn't want to be outside, enjoying such nice weather and the chirping birds? The grounds of Firefox were bustling with young students from Hogwarts as well as older members of the wizarding society. Children licking lollipops and popping sweet chocolates in their mouths were seen in every direction. The delicious aroma of the tree blossoms, mist from the lake, and fresh cut grass filled the warm air. Indeed, this was a marvelous day that brought out a little bit of everyone into the sun filled streets.
However, the same was not true for one particular student. Somewhere lost in the vast volumes of knowledge, shelves of history, and pages of delight was Ankea. Ankea didn't particularly care for sunny days; things always seemed a little too bright and cheery for her taste. Even as a young child she had always found much more joy in a fascinating book rather than a walk in the sunlight. Even now she was curled in a comfortable chair with her nose in a book. The inked lines told a story of dark romance and tragic endings. Her head was lost, picturing herself at the setting as she read; oblivious to the real world around her.
Ankea wasn't called a book worm for nothing as she grew up. Almost always she was reading anything she could get her hands on. Age brought no change in her ways as a child. If anything she was even more a bookworm now than she was then. Reality was something so unknown to her when she was lost within the black and white pages of a good book. Books themselves were man and wizarding kinds greatest asset. Knowledge and power could be found in the delicate ivory pages; but also an escape from the harsh truths of the real world.
Silky dark orchid locks sprawled down her shoulders which were all but bare except the two straps holding up her black wife beater. Chocolaty hazzel eyes read each black printed word with careful speed and comprehension. The real magic in the world rested within books as far as Ankea was concerned. She could be sitting in the middle of a crowded room with yelling and shouting all around her but be oblivious to the commotion. In fact even when another person came into the otherwise empty library, Ankea wasn't even aware of the presence.
Real Magic
Bright sunshine, light breeze, and fair temperatures...a picturesque day. Who wouldn't want to be outside, enjoying such nice weather and the chirping birds? The grounds of Firefox were bustling with young students from Hogwarts as well as older members of the wizarding society. Children licking lollipops and popping sweet chocolates in their mouths were seen in every direction. The delicious aroma of the tree blossoms, mist from the lake, and fresh cut grass filled the warm air. Indeed, this was a marvelous day that brought out a little bit of everyone into the sun filled streets.
However, the same was not true for one particular student. Somewhere lost in the vast volumes of knowledge, shelves of history, and pages of delight was Ankea. Ankea didn't particularly care for sunny days; things always seemed a little too bright and cheery for her taste. Even as a young child she had always found much more joy in a fascinating book rather than a walk in the sunlight. Even now she was curled in a comfortable chair with her nose in a book. The inked lines told a story of dark romance and tragic endings. Her head was lost, picturing herself at the setting as she read; oblivious to the real world around her.
Ankea wasn't called a book worm for nothing as she grew up. Almost always she was reading anything she could get her hands on. Age brought no change in her ways as a child. If anything she was even more a bookworm now than she was then. Reality was something so unknown to her when she was lost within the black and white pages of a good book. Books themselves were man and wizarding kinds greatest asset. Knowledge and power could be found in the delicate ivory pages; but also an escape from the harsh truths of the real world.
Silky dark orchid locks sprawled down her shoulders which were all but bare except the two straps holding up her black wife beater. Chocolaty hazzel eyes read each black printed word with careful speed and comprehension. The real magic in the world rested within books as far as Ankea was concerned. She could be sitting in the middle of a crowded room with yelling and shouting all around her but be oblivious to the commotion. In fact even when another person came into the otherwise empty library, Ankea wasn't even aware of the presence.