Sarirah Isis Mars
Gryffindor
First Year
[on:Taking your version of reality and flipping it ][of:What! So Im not online. Big Whup!]
Posts: 10
|
Post by Sarirah Isis Mars on Apr 19, 2009 9:35:00 GMT -5
Isis walked herself out outside. It was nice, not to warm or cold, but she didn't mind it. She wanted throw things but that wouldn't be good. Instead she sat on a bench with her guitar in hand. She looked around. There were some people around but not a lot. She tuned her guitar and started to play. It was a peaceful time that she was going to take in while she did some work or guitar work. Her eyes roamed around, with her fingers still strumming her guitar strings.
There were some people wandering around, most of them were in groups. She looked at the trees that were covered in snow. It was unsoiled but footprints or discoloration of anytime. She started to sing softly and looked back at her hands, which were going numb from the cold. She still kept strumming her guitar. She needed all the practice she could get. It was what she needed, even thought it was actually inspiration she needed, along with a new song.
She closed her eyes and let her ears do the playing. She smiled at the simplicity of her melody. She wanted to continue playing but she stopped playing and looked ahead. There was no one there, and no one to the side of her but she knew someone was behind her or near her. She was waiting for them to do something. Nothing happened after 5 minutes. She turned around to face the person so that she could see who it was.
|
|
|
Post by Fiona Faine on Apr 23, 2009 0:36:40 GMT -5
The trees were bare of their leaves, and only the last few that held on tight made the slightest rustle against the wind. Fiona had summoned up the courage to walk out of the castle on her own, confident that she wouldn't get lost anywhere by now. An early snow had fallen, and she had promised her stepbrother Eric to make a small snowman and name it Eric Jr. at first snow. She would never admit it to him, but she missed being his sister. It had been just her and her mom for so long that she hadn't realized that having a brother wasn't a bad idea. She had given up on her Potions homework and had bolted out of the dungeons when she heard someone say that a thick layer of snow had covered the grounds.
She walked quickly with her hands deep in her robe pockets and her scarf wrapped right, trying to find an untouched patch of snow for her to work on. As it turned out, Fiona was a late comer and most of the grounds had already been explored, and therefore ruined, by other students. She continued walking, scanning the snow, looking for a smooth surface. She hadn't realized how far she'd walked away from the castle when she saw the edge of the Great Lake. She glanced back at the castle, and wondered if she should go back, but her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of gentle strumming accompanied by a singing voice. She frowned slightly, irritated that someone had already been to the lake before her, and probably ruined the patch of snow at its shore. She dug her hands in deeper, and walked towards the music.
She soon found a girl there, alone and singing to herself, and she tried to remember her name. She recognized her from her classes, but could only remember that she was a Gryffindor. "Hi," she called out.
|
|
Sarirah Isis Mars
Gryffindor
First Year
[on:Taking your version of reality and flipping it ][of:What! So Im not online. Big Whup!]
Posts: 10
|
Post by Sarirah Isis Mars on Apr 28, 2009 14:51:37 GMT -5
"Hello." She knew this girl. How did she know this girl. Isis put her guitar to the side and closed her song book, which lay in front of her. She remembered. "You are in Transfiguration with me? Aren't you?" Isis got up."I'm sorry. I'm no good at names. I'm Sarirah Isis Mars." She held her hand so the girl could shake it.
|
|
|
Post by Fiona Faine on Apr 29, 2009 0:52:00 GMT -5
Fiona hesitated for a split second, but then took the girl's hand to shake. "Yes, transfiguration," she grumbled slightly. She remembered that they had not been seated too far apart the day Fiona had not done very well, and had looked around to see how everyone else was doing. Her irritation was now more concentrated on her unsuccessful attempts at her wandwork, and any witnesses that might have been there.
"I'm Fiona Faine," she told her.
|
|