Post by Ankea Ruusu on Oct 28, 2007 14:13:50 GMT -5
† Yksinäisyys †
Solitude
Dark, dingy, cold, and drafty…perfect place to find a particular Ravenclaw by the name of Ankea. Bored to death with even the library, the young girl decided that perhaps a stroll through the dungeons wouldn’t be a horrible idea. Besides, she had visited the cold stone hallways of her favorite place in the castle for some time. Plus, she had no classes left to do so she didn’t have to wear the very annoying school uniforms. Instead she adopted the long black, strapless dress that people always seemed to recognize. A thin, mesh-like shawl was pulled around her shoulders as she wondered the dark corridors. Few people seemed to realize the peace that could be found in the arms of silence and darkness.
Ankea’s bare feet carried her down another flight of stairs, the temperature noticeably changing in after such a short decent. A small sigh escaped her lips; she missed the dungeons and secretly was a little jealous of the Slytherins for getting the best floor in the castle. Silvery eyes looked over the burning touches that offered light but only in small amounts. That, however, Ankea was thankful for, Bright light always seemed to blind the Ravenclaw. She raised a pale, delicate hand to the stone, “I should have belonged down here.” She muttered to herself, removing her hand from the chilled stone. Ebony locks hung over her moonlight eyes as she wondered ever farther into the depths of what she called her home within the castle.
Finally her feet halted the rest of her body. She gently slid down to the floor and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. Ankea’s mind began to wonder farther away than her body did. The meager, flickering light of a near by torch illuminated her pale skin and made her eyes shine. She paid little attention to the light however, and just began her long process of a form of mediation, clearing her mind in the comforting solitude she found here.
Solitude
Dark, dingy, cold, and drafty…perfect place to find a particular Ravenclaw by the name of Ankea. Bored to death with even the library, the young girl decided that perhaps a stroll through the dungeons wouldn’t be a horrible idea. Besides, she had visited the cold stone hallways of her favorite place in the castle for some time. Plus, she had no classes left to do so she didn’t have to wear the very annoying school uniforms. Instead she adopted the long black, strapless dress that people always seemed to recognize. A thin, mesh-like shawl was pulled around her shoulders as she wondered the dark corridors. Few people seemed to realize the peace that could be found in the arms of silence and darkness.
Ankea’s bare feet carried her down another flight of stairs, the temperature noticeably changing in after such a short decent. A small sigh escaped her lips; she missed the dungeons and secretly was a little jealous of the Slytherins for getting the best floor in the castle. Silvery eyes looked over the burning touches that offered light but only in small amounts. That, however, Ankea was thankful for, Bright light always seemed to blind the Ravenclaw. She raised a pale, delicate hand to the stone, “I should have belonged down here.” She muttered to herself, removing her hand from the chilled stone. Ebony locks hung over her moonlight eyes as she wondered ever farther into the depths of what she called her home within the castle.
Finally her feet halted the rest of her body. She gently slid down to the floor and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. Ankea’s mind began to wonder farther away than her body did. The meager, flickering light of a near by torch illuminated her pale skin and made her eyes shine. She paid little attention to the light however, and just began her long process of a form of mediation, clearing her mind in the comforting solitude she found here.