Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jul 4, 2008 6:37:42 GMT -5
Why was it that some of the biggest, and most obvious things about Hogwarts were sometimes by-passed so easily? Perhaps it was due to the fact that the people that did pass by it, had better things to do. No one had the time, or need to venture around the castle for hours on end, poking into ti's every corner, every nook, every cranny. Alright, well, some of the younger students who didn't have exams, or boyfriends, or classes, or friends in general to worry about may have, but not for those who had reached a time in their life when your social and educational parts were both being weighed up. Perhaps it was just this time of year. Everyones nerves were running high, and the tension was thick in the air, as everyone began to study for the lead-up to their exams this year. Matty was one of these people. Although the teenager regained a stable, clear head most of the time, this particular day she hadn't been so lucky.
It was a Saturday, which generally meant that the teenager could sleep in, hang out with her friends, and even get some homework done. Though, unfortunately, this wasn't the case for the girl this morning. She had risen before the sun had the second time in a month that Matty had to do so, and heaved herself to the Library before everyone else got there. Matty spent her entire morning catching up on missed material, revising her Potions syllabus, reading up on extra information, and re-writing her messy notes. It was a great effort, but thankfully, as she had learned, this all paid on in the end. Matty was eager to get good, great even, results on her OWLs, and if she didn't put any effort into the study, the product would not be the best i could have been.
The latter half of the day, Matts had spent practicing her Quidditch. Their last game had been... Merlin, she Captain didn't even want to talk about it. Sure, she had been ill, but even still, the Hufflepuff was somewhat disappointed with her personal outcome, as many else were. Her players had been fantastic in the conditions, and they had given what they could, despite the Pox's, but it just didn't pay off. Unlike homework, you could only learn the facts, tactics and strategies to a certain point, and from there it was all improvising. With study, at least you could keep replaying something into your mind until you succeeded it, or concurred the problem. Quidditch, however, needed skill and fast thinking when ti came to the games. There was only a certain things and training procedures one could do to help them win, and with half of her players sick, this wasn't even a main factor. Matty, of course, was proud of her team all the same, and she wasn't too sore about losing, but it was a disappointment.
And so, it was after a long day of homework, Quidditch, and very little time to rest that the teenager stumbled down from the fourth floor. She had taken a hot bath in the swimming-pool like bathroom of the Prefects Lounge. Having changed from her filthy Quidditch robes, Matty now wore a pair of light gray skinny jeans, a white singlet layered under a red singlet, a gray modern cardigan that fell a few inches below her hips that was also pushed up at the sleeves and the girl wore white flats. For a quick and casual slap-up, the teenager still managed to look good. Her chestnut hair was choppy and wavy, curling in some places, which was usual for Matty's style. As the girl stumbled down one of the many stair cases, she began to walk slowly along the second floor corridor. Then, as if out of no where, the girl's green eyes noticed a doorway, lit from behind. The Hufflepuff didn't recognize the room, and so she crossed the hallway, entering the room without much concern or such.
Inside was a vast range of old and new suits of amour. Wave upon wave, suit upon suit, all lined up in such a way that one may think they were an actual army. Matty pulled off her messenger bag, closing the door softly behind her, and dropping the bag to the side of the door. Her eyes lit up in awe, also due to the lamps that hung from the walls, lighting the Armory in a golden orange glow. Taking a few steps down one of the isles full of suits, Matty reached out, letting her finger tips slide over the cold, smooth suit. She felt, and saw it shudder for a second, before regaining it's strict posture. The teenager knew that some of the suits had a tendency of coming alive, so she withdrew her hand, pushing it into her jean's pockets. Matts strolled down the first isle, reading some of the words that were carved into the suits, and observing all the different crests upon the shields that some held. Then, almost out of no where, the girl heard a bang, followed by a crash of metal. Matts fumbled with her hands, before pulling her wand from a pocket that was concealed within her cardigan. Most of the youth's clothes had one of these in this day and time. The girl turned on her heal, her green eyes wide, her wand held firmly around her waist. "Hello?" she said, her voice trying not to wobble.
It may have just been an upset suit, but who was to know?
It was a Saturday, which generally meant that the teenager could sleep in, hang out with her friends, and even get some homework done. Though, unfortunately, this wasn't the case for the girl this morning. She had risen before the sun had the second time in a month that Matty had to do so, and heaved herself to the Library before everyone else got there. Matty spent her entire morning catching up on missed material, revising her Potions syllabus, reading up on extra information, and re-writing her messy notes. It was a great effort, but thankfully, as she had learned, this all paid on in the end. Matty was eager to get good, great even, results on her OWLs, and if she didn't put any effort into the study, the product would not be the best i could have been.
The latter half of the day, Matts had spent practicing her Quidditch. Their last game had been... Merlin, she Captain didn't even want to talk about it. Sure, she had been ill, but even still, the Hufflepuff was somewhat disappointed with her personal outcome, as many else were. Her players had been fantastic in the conditions, and they had given what they could, despite the Pox's, but it just didn't pay off. Unlike homework, you could only learn the facts, tactics and strategies to a certain point, and from there it was all improvising. With study, at least you could keep replaying something into your mind until you succeeded it, or concurred the problem. Quidditch, however, needed skill and fast thinking when ti came to the games. There was only a certain things and training procedures one could do to help them win, and with half of her players sick, this wasn't even a main factor. Matty, of course, was proud of her team all the same, and she wasn't too sore about losing, but it was a disappointment.
And so, it was after a long day of homework, Quidditch, and very little time to rest that the teenager stumbled down from the fourth floor. She had taken a hot bath in the swimming-pool like bathroom of the Prefects Lounge. Having changed from her filthy Quidditch robes, Matty now wore a pair of light gray skinny jeans, a white singlet layered under a red singlet, a gray modern cardigan that fell a few inches below her hips that was also pushed up at the sleeves and the girl wore white flats. For a quick and casual slap-up, the teenager still managed to look good. Her chestnut hair was choppy and wavy, curling in some places, which was usual for Matty's style. As the girl stumbled down one of the many stair cases, she began to walk slowly along the second floor corridor. Then, as if out of no where, the girl's green eyes noticed a doorway, lit from behind. The Hufflepuff didn't recognize the room, and so she crossed the hallway, entering the room without much concern or such.
Inside was a vast range of old and new suits of amour. Wave upon wave, suit upon suit, all lined up in such a way that one may think they were an actual army. Matty pulled off her messenger bag, closing the door softly behind her, and dropping the bag to the side of the door. Her eyes lit up in awe, also due to the lamps that hung from the walls, lighting the Armory in a golden orange glow. Taking a few steps down one of the isles full of suits, Matty reached out, letting her finger tips slide over the cold, smooth suit. She felt, and saw it shudder for a second, before regaining it's strict posture. The teenager knew that some of the suits had a tendency of coming alive, so she withdrew her hand, pushing it into her jean's pockets. Matts strolled down the first isle, reading some of the words that were carved into the suits, and observing all the different crests upon the shields that some held. Then, almost out of no where, the girl heard a bang, followed by a crash of metal. Matts fumbled with her hands, before pulling her wand from a pocket that was concealed within her cardigan. Most of the youth's clothes had one of these in this day and time. The girl turned on her heal, her green eyes wide, her wand held firmly around her waist. "Hello?" she said, her voice trying not to wobble.
It may have just been an upset suit, but who was to know?
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