Post by Ellesa on Dec 27, 2008 20:27:50 GMT -5
ooc- Completely open.
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Outside, the air was cold, and Elle drew her cloak tighter around her, daring to look up at the sky, where stars were beginning to show themselves against the multi-color heavens. What was she doing here, at this strange school?
Elle Pierce made her way down to the lake, that, even in the faint light of the evening, still emitted a low glitter, as if a hundred fireflies had decided to dance on the surface. Maybe faeries.
Even on her short time on the campus, she'd managed a trip to the library, and having looked up the lake in a few books, she discovered mention of an alternate dimesion down below the waters. That would be a fun trip, to find an alternate dimesion. Somewhere in the text nymphs had been mentioned. Elle had never seen a nymph.
She shivered, scuffing her boots across the banks alongside the lake, wishing she'd worn something warmer than a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, with holes in the knees, nevertheless. Elle pulled her mane of blonde hair over one shoulder, letting her pale, gloveless fingers sift through the tangled strands.
Not much of an outside person, Elle felt awkward on the campus of a strange school, one she'd come into the term late and had been sorted in the headmaster's office...Ridiculous. Quidditch was her only outdoor interest, and surely teams were already filled by now?
Reflecting that christmas had come and gone and she hadn't even given anyone presents, except for a box of chocolates for her mother, and had received a broom polishing kit herself. She hadn't had a chance to check out the school's quidditch pitch. Maybe tomorrow.
There were a few other students scattered among the campus, but very few had drawn very close to the lake, the windchill rising off it making the air even colder. Elle's breath formed little puffs of smoke infront of her.
Flying had been easy for her at first. Elle remembered wishing that flying could be achieved just by happy thoughts and fairy dust.
Fairy dust. Ha.
The only thing those little creatures had in common with the fairy Tinkerbell was their vanity. Although Elle doubted that Tinkerbell would allow herself to be used as a tree ornament.
Looking wistfully back at the school but reluctant to return to the common room full of complete strangers, Elle drew closer to the lake and dropped into a crouch, her cloak dragging in the frosty, snow-dusted ground, letting the tips of her fingers skid across the surface of the lake. Maybe when it was warm, she'd find that dimension. It had to be fantastic.
Why is it, she wondered, that people are more fascinated with fantasy than with the real world?
bic-
Outside, the air was cold, and Elle drew her cloak tighter around her, daring to look up at the sky, where stars were beginning to show themselves against the multi-color heavens. What was she doing here, at this strange school?
Elle Pierce made her way down to the lake, that, even in the faint light of the evening, still emitted a low glitter, as if a hundred fireflies had decided to dance on the surface. Maybe faeries.
Even on her short time on the campus, she'd managed a trip to the library, and having looked up the lake in a few books, she discovered mention of an alternate dimesion down below the waters. That would be a fun trip, to find an alternate dimesion. Somewhere in the text nymphs had been mentioned. Elle had never seen a nymph.
She shivered, scuffing her boots across the banks alongside the lake, wishing she'd worn something warmer than a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, with holes in the knees, nevertheless. Elle pulled her mane of blonde hair over one shoulder, letting her pale, gloveless fingers sift through the tangled strands.
Not much of an outside person, Elle felt awkward on the campus of a strange school, one she'd come into the term late and had been sorted in the headmaster's office...Ridiculous. Quidditch was her only outdoor interest, and surely teams were already filled by now?
Reflecting that christmas had come and gone and she hadn't even given anyone presents, except for a box of chocolates for her mother, and had received a broom polishing kit herself. She hadn't had a chance to check out the school's quidditch pitch. Maybe tomorrow.
There were a few other students scattered among the campus, but very few had drawn very close to the lake, the windchill rising off it making the air even colder. Elle's breath formed little puffs of smoke infront of her.
Flying had been easy for her at first. Elle remembered wishing that flying could be achieved just by happy thoughts and fairy dust.
Fairy dust. Ha.
The only thing those little creatures had in common with the fairy Tinkerbell was their vanity. Although Elle doubted that Tinkerbell would allow herself to be used as a tree ornament.
Looking wistfully back at the school but reluctant to return to the common room full of complete strangers, Elle drew closer to the lake and dropped into a crouch, her cloak dragging in the frosty, snow-dusted ground, letting the tips of her fingers skid across the surface of the lake. Maybe when it was warm, she'd find that dimension. It had to be fantastic.
Why is it, she wondered, that people are more fascinated with fantasy than with the real world?