Post by viola on Apr 1, 2008 12:17:33 GMT -5
July 21, 2008
Stage Two
3:37pm
Freedom.
It was a concept that Annemarie had never fully known what to make of. Who was free in this life, and from what exactly were they supposed to be free from? The freest time in Annemarie’s entire life had probably been in the nunnery with Sister Mary Ellen and the rest of them. She was finally finding herself, only to be set on another path by the Almighty God, Himself. It was frustrating. She wanted so badly to be welcomed into His graces, and yet, other opportunities presented themselves and wouldn’t have left her be even if she had ignored them. This was her time to find or help others find what freedom was. It wasn’t her time to enjoy it.
However, as she walked around the stages at the Stonehenge Music Festival, she found that she held the concept of freedom within her grasp. She was the Muggle Studies Professor at a school that was out, so therefore she had no work to worry about, she held her life within her own hands, so therefore she was in control, and yet as Annemarie picked up a piece of parchment that blew into her legs, she would come to find exactly what she knew she never had any of.
There was no freedom for those of a different kind.
In her hands, the older woman held a piece of parchment that spoke of what a pure race was. It was almost as if it had been an advertisement just thrown around for any random child to pick up and read, infecting their young minds with such garbage. It was disgusting, and yet, it made Annemarie feel vulnerable just reading it.
The blue shimmering shawl that covered her shoulders that day, matched the navy colored dress that she had worn to the festival. She was a fan of the Goblin’s Choir, and had been since they had sung once before a type of gospel that she was sure was for public appearances only. She hadn’t cared, for their voices were unlike any goblin voices she had ever heard before in her life, and that was who she was there to see that day. However, being early, she found that she was about to listen to another band first called….actually, she couldn’t remember what the paper had said. The Daily Prophet was nothing that she had ever subscribed to rather, she read it off of the streets or purchased one here and there.
So, standing to the side of the younger looking crowed, parchment still in her hands, she leaned up against one of the rocks that formed the Stonehenge to listen. Annemarie had no idea what she was in for, nor did she think that the band was actually responsible for such flyers laying around. Why would they? They all seemed to be young men gathering on the stage….
…and yet, Annemarie got the strangest feeling that there was something strange going on. She shook her head, her loose curls flopping every which way as she crumpled the disturbing paper up, keeping it locked within her hands. It was probably nothing. A feeling brought on by a ruthless world she lived in…nothing more than that.
((OPEN FOR ANYONE))
Stage Two
3:37pm
Freedom.
It was a concept that Annemarie had never fully known what to make of. Who was free in this life, and from what exactly were they supposed to be free from? The freest time in Annemarie’s entire life had probably been in the nunnery with Sister Mary Ellen and the rest of them. She was finally finding herself, only to be set on another path by the Almighty God, Himself. It was frustrating. She wanted so badly to be welcomed into His graces, and yet, other opportunities presented themselves and wouldn’t have left her be even if she had ignored them. This was her time to find or help others find what freedom was. It wasn’t her time to enjoy it.
However, as she walked around the stages at the Stonehenge Music Festival, she found that she held the concept of freedom within her grasp. She was the Muggle Studies Professor at a school that was out, so therefore she had no work to worry about, she held her life within her own hands, so therefore she was in control, and yet as Annemarie picked up a piece of parchment that blew into her legs, she would come to find exactly what she knew she never had any of.
There was no freedom for those of a different kind.
In her hands, the older woman held a piece of parchment that spoke of what a pure race was. It was almost as if it had been an advertisement just thrown around for any random child to pick up and read, infecting their young minds with such garbage. It was disgusting, and yet, it made Annemarie feel vulnerable just reading it.
The blue shimmering shawl that covered her shoulders that day, matched the navy colored dress that she had worn to the festival. She was a fan of the Goblin’s Choir, and had been since they had sung once before a type of gospel that she was sure was for public appearances only. She hadn’t cared, for their voices were unlike any goblin voices she had ever heard before in her life, and that was who she was there to see that day. However, being early, she found that she was about to listen to another band first called….actually, she couldn’t remember what the paper had said. The Daily Prophet was nothing that she had ever subscribed to rather, she read it off of the streets or purchased one here and there.
So, standing to the side of the younger looking crowed, parchment still in her hands, she leaned up against one of the rocks that formed the Stonehenge to listen. Annemarie had no idea what she was in for, nor did she think that the band was actually responsible for such flyers laying around. Why would they? They all seemed to be young men gathering on the stage….
…and yet, Annemarie got the strangest feeling that there was something strange going on. She shook her head, her loose curls flopping every which way as she crumpled the disturbing paper up, keeping it locked within her hands. It was probably nothing. A feeling brought on by a ruthless world she lived in…nothing more than that.
((OPEN FOR ANYONE))