Post by Limstella Renliae on Dec 9, 2009 12:11:44 GMT -5
The winter had brought along a perfect day for the students to enjoy the iced over lake, leaving a finely transparent sheet where the water had previously rippled. The skeletons of trees darted out every now and again, plunging their branches into the toussles of hair on each passer-by, everytime the wind blew too strongly. Every few minutes, the silence looked like it might bring more snow, only to have the flakes melt into into slush formed from the furious trudging of first years trying to make it back into the castle.
Limstella stared out of the window from her dorm, watching the clouds as they tried once more to choke up the cool snowflakes that weighed them down. The rain droplets. She pouted, rather put out that she was cooped up in the Ravenclaw common whilst other students were walking around and enjoy the variation of scenery. Well, the only reason she wasn't out there was by the fact that she still didn't feel overly comfortably making small talk with her classmates. Small talk led to friendship, sadly, and in that she lacked.
Pulling on her snow boots, Stella patted her dark hair down - covering it with lilac coloured ear-muffs. Gone was the orange and platinum hue, instead her nature dark strands were neatly curled around her pale face; similarily purple streaks painted into the waves. She didn't make much more effort than that, throwing on her usual style of mismatched flaunt and snatching up a pair of skates before bouncing merrily out of the room.
Flicking her wand towards the boy's dormitory, the miniature image of a small kitten slinking from the end of her wand and seeping through the closed door. Inside, the tiny animal began mewing and pawing at the bed of her one 'okay-term' aquaintance. It uttered a quiet growl after a few moments, jumping onto the boy's chest and scratching his face lightly. Of course, the midget creature wasn't at all real, so it barely did more than make an irritatingly cute noise before vanishing into a few silver butterflies which dissolved in the early morning light that poked through the window.
Masterful of the pointless art: that was Lim.
"Come on, Sam!" she called musically, stamping her foot against the floor as she waited for him to get up, "Don't you want to go skating? It's okay if you can't do it, I'm not that good either...!" Lies. She was decent, she knew. The Renliae's grew up in a country of pitiful weather and frequent snow storms at the oddest of occasions. She was perfectly adapt to the ice, even if she did slip every now and again - who didn't?
Although, she was fully prepared to pretend she didn't, if it would reward more attention from Mr. Nanten.
Limstella stared out of the window from her dorm, watching the clouds as they tried once more to choke up the cool snowflakes that weighed them down. The rain droplets. She pouted, rather put out that she was cooped up in the Ravenclaw common whilst other students were walking around and enjoy the variation of scenery. Well, the only reason she wasn't out there was by the fact that she still didn't feel overly comfortably making small talk with her classmates. Small talk led to friendship, sadly, and in that she lacked.
Pulling on her snow boots, Stella patted her dark hair down - covering it with lilac coloured ear-muffs. Gone was the orange and platinum hue, instead her nature dark strands were neatly curled around her pale face; similarily purple streaks painted into the waves. She didn't make much more effort than that, throwing on her usual style of mismatched flaunt and snatching up a pair of skates before bouncing merrily out of the room.
Flicking her wand towards the boy's dormitory, the miniature image of a small kitten slinking from the end of her wand and seeping through the closed door. Inside, the tiny animal began mewing and pawing at the bed of her one 'okay-term' aquaintance. It uttered a quiet growl after a few moments, jumping onto the boy's chest and scratching his face lightly. Of course, the midget creature wasn't at all real, so it barely did more than make an irritatingly cute noise before vanishing into a few silver butterflies which dissolved in the early morning light that poked through the window.
Masterful of the pointless art: that was Lim.
"Come on, Sam!" she called musically, stamping her foot against the floor as she waited for him to get up, "Don't you want to go skating? It's okay if you can't do it, I'm not that good either...!" Lies. She was decent, she knew. The Renliae's grew up in a country of pitiful weather and frequent snow storms at the oddest of occasions. She was perfectly adapt to the ice, even if she did slip every now and again - who didn't?
Although, she was fully prepared to pretend she didn't, if it would reward more attention from Mr. Nanten.