Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Apr 28, 2009 1:19:07 GMT -5
Derrick lay in the grass calmly feeling every inch of it through the white v-neck that now clung to his body. What remained of the rain from the previous night's drizzle still littered the ground around him as he stared intently forward into what would soon be the morning sun rising. It was early he knew but the odd feeling that seemed to be pulling at him when he had run into Maddyson the other day was there once more. It had woken him and his gut lead him here although this certain spot was more of a personal preference than anything else. The feeling had disappeared as soon as he had laid in the grass so ultimately Derrick decided that this was where he was meant to be so at least he had some form of choice in it. He lay though freshly showered and dressed waiting for the morning light to break. He despised the feeling previously but on that Wednesday morning it gave him an odd sense of peace so whatever harm it had caused him before was forgotten in the bliss he was now experiencing.
In truth laying in the grass in general was one of Derrick's favorite pass times and the fact that it was still wet was an added bonus. Sure it might be itchy from time to time especially in the midst of warm summer heat but he liked the feeling it was just so refreshing in a way. The residue from the rain was a bonus as it guaranteed that the grass would be soft and more importantly Derrick just enjoyed the feeling of it. Sure it was kind of cold and he'd have to change his shirt after he had breakfast or if he had time before but it was worth it. It peeked his senses and if he hadn't been awake before he was defiantly awake now so that was saying something for the usually small and insignificant dew drops. It was just all so peaceful as he lay there on the ground his head resting on his arms. The sun was creeping over the distant hills, the wind was calm, the grass still wet, and The Whomping Willow in front of him was slashing its arms gaudily through the air. All was well in the world of Derrick Breckenridge.
The Willow had in fact became the favorite of his three choice places to go in the castle immediately in his first year. The towers at night was a close second and the Trophy Room at the same time was third. The Willow though was an all time of day thing though plus provided the privacy that he wanted when he wanted. Not many people hung around the destructive tree and with good reasoning he supposed. After all it's branches could kill some one with little to no effort on it's part and most people didn't think it was all that pretty to look at. Derrick though wasn't one of those people and he loved the sight of the tree. It was the most gorgeous tree he had ever laid eyes on and the way it swung its branches spoke to him. It was as if the tree's violent swipes at nothing were some form of elaborate beautiful dance. He found that he could stare at the thing for hour upon hour and had no problem not moving it was just far too breathtaking. Derrick was most likely weird for thinking all this but really didn't care.
Derrick found that he was caring less and less about everything though. For instance after losing those first house points from Delilah that night losing more didn't seem like that big of a deal. He wasn't slipping up or anything when he snuck out at night now but Derrick was a lot looser about the whole ordeal. The double checking over his shoulder had stopped and along with tip toeing through the halls. It was probably wasn't all that safe but it was for the best. He had loosened up a bit in recent months and really was that such a bad thing? It wasn't at least not in his opinion and at the moment he found his thoughts drifting off into nothingness. He couldn't concentrate on anything but what was occurring in front of him at the moment which was simply dazzling. Sure he was alone without his cat and guitar but it didn't matter to him right now. All that mattered was that he was here and this was happening and there was nothing that could ruin this for Derrick Breckenridge.
In truth laying in the grass in general was one of Derrick's favorite pass times and the fact that it was still wet was an added bonus. Sure it might be itchy from time to time especially in the midst of warm summer heat but he liked the feeling it was just so refreshing in a way. The residue from the rain was a bonus as it guaranteed that the grass would be soft and more importantly Derrick just enjoyed the feeling of it. Sure it was kind of cold and he'd have to change his shirt after he had breakfast or if he had time before but it was worth it. It peeked his senses and if he hadn't been awake before he was defiantly awake now so that was saying something for the usually small and insignificant dew drops. It was just all so peaceful as he lay there on the ground his head resting on his arms. The sun was creeping over the distant hills, the wind was calm, the grass still wet, and The Whomping Willow in front of him was slashing its arms gaudily through the air. All was well in the world of Derrick Breckenridge.
The Willow had in fact became the favorite of his three choice places to go in the castle immediately in his first year. The towers at night was a close second and the Trophy Room at the same time was third. The Willow though was an all time of day thing though plus provided the privacy that he wanted when he wanted. Not many people hung around the destructive tree and with good reasoning he supposed. After all it's branches could kill some one with little to no effort on it's part and most people didn't think it was all that pretty to look at. Derrick though wasn't one of those people and he loved the sight of the tree. It was the most gorgeous tree he had ever laid eyes on and the way it swung its branches spoke to him. It was as if the tree's violent swipes at nothing were some form of elaborate beautiful dance. He found that he could stare at the thing for hour upon hour and had no problem not moving it was just far too breathtaking. Derrick was most likely weird for thinking all this but really didn't care.
Derrick found that he was caring less and less about everything though. For instance after losing those first house points from Delilah that night losing more didn't seem like that big of a deal. He wasn't slipping up or anything when he snuck out at night now but Derrick was a lot looser about the whole ordeal. The double checking over his shoulder had stopped and along with tip toeing through the halls. It was probably wasn't all that safe but it was for the best. He had loosened up a bit in recent months and really was that such a bad thing? It wasn't at least not in his opinion and at the moment he found his thoughts drifting off into nothingness. He couldn't concentrate on anything but what was occurring in front of him at the moment which was simply dazzling. Sure he was alone without his cat and guitar but it didn't matter to him right now. All that mattered was that he was here and this was happening and there was nothing that could ruin this for Derrick Breckenridge.