Post by Sylph on Mar 11, 2006 11:23:25 GMT -5
Sylph had been hanging around in Drakborough for most of the day, doing the usual; window shopping, stocking up on things from the sweet shop, wishing she had enough money to afford a new racing broom, but mainly she had been waiting for five O'Clock to roll around so she could find out exactly what this meeting James had organised was all about. Therefore, as it was, Sylph was in a rather uncharacteristically distracted and thoughtful mood, a frown - rare for her - fixed on her features for most of the day. It was beginning to get on her nerves, too, but then she never had liked waiting. She was the impatient impulsive type, and preferred rushing headlong into things rather than planning, actions rather than words. She sighed. It was at a time like this she needed an old friend, someone to give her inspiration.
Just as she was thinking these melancholy thoughts, she looked up at the shop she was currently passing. By lucky hap it was Robert's House of Jokes, owned and run by none other than Magic Horizons' best loved trickster, Hayzie Roberts, who also just happened to be Sylph's old counterpart, prefect of Gryffindor house. With a quick flash of a smile to herself, less the cheerful grin she was used to and more of the wry ironic quirk of the lips that meant she wasn't sure if she was happy or not, Sylph pushed open the door to the place, and stepped inside.
The door closed behind her with the light tinkle of the bell, and Sylph looked around, though the shop seemed deserted. Tossing some of her long violently purple hair over her shoulder with a flick of her head and a brief habitual shrug, she called out to the back room.
"Hayz? You here?"
Just as she was thinking these melancholy thoughts, she looked up at the shop she was currently passing. By lucky hap it was Robert's House of Jokes, owned and run by none other than Magic Horizons' best loved trickster, Hayzie Roberts, who also just happened to be Sylph's old counterpart, prefect of Gryffindor house. With a quick flash of a smile to herself, less the cheerful grin she was used to and more of the wry ironic quirk of the lips that meant she wasn't sure if she was happy or not, Sylph pushed open the door to the place, and stepped inside.
The door closed behind her with the light tinkle of the bell, and Sylph looked around, though the shop seemed deserted. Tossing some of her long violently purple hair over her shoulder with a flick of her head and a brief habitual shrug, she called out to the back room.
"Hayz? You here?"