Post by Claire Ryan on Jun 7, 2009 0:34:55 GMT -5
Claire yawned loudly and slid upright, dangling her feet over the bed in want of fuzzy red slippers. They found what they were looking for in a short length of time, during which the first year slipped off her nightgown and shivered in the sudden chill of the room. But, no one else was awake or around, so her mostly bare body was no shame to her. Lifting herself from the bed, she crossed to the bureau, fished out a clean plaid skirt and a white blouse, which she put on soon thereafter, and then she went to the closet and pulled out her fresh suit of Gryffindor robes! Oh! to be in school! The thought put a fresh smile on her face, which was quickly replaced with a poorly stifled yawn. She crossed to the washroom, splashed water on her face, checked it in the mirror (same one as last night, thankfully!) and then felt her stomach growl loudly.
"All right, all right!" Crossly, looking down at her neatly tucked in stomach. "Breakfast." She aimed for the common room and the hall without.
Sleepy students sauntered toward the Great Hall, and Claire could tell that they were less enthusiastic about the day than was she. She perked at the sound of talking and wondered how she could get into the conversation, but as soon as it started, it ended and she was left to her own shuffling feet and the corridors around her. The small, sparse crowd seemed to flow in one general direction, and this she followed, figuring they would lead her to the supplies she needed. Her mind wandered to a planned exploration of the castle, especially to the Library, and then the reporting letter she ought to write to Abram and Ms. Ryan, and of course the affectionate letter to Madam Rosemary. She thought, she puzzled, that she would have missed them more than she did, but at the moment, the only person from her family whom she felt the greatest separation from was her dear Liam! Abram was also a dear to her, but their parting weeks had been very unfamiliarly formal, and it was his behaviour which distracted most Claire from the other wonderful things about her brother. He seemed too preoccupied for his former frivolities and games with her; other things cluttered that space which had been reserved for wild imaginings and ferocious play-making. Those things which Claire had always associated with Abram and those which she loved most of him, seemed stripped from them in those penultimate weeks, then days, then mere hours, then -.
The stairs caught her by surprise and she tripped on the top step. Throwing out her arms to catch her balance, Claire grasped both stone railing and air in the same fist, and throwing her weight to the opposite side, her knees buckled and she completed her not-so-graceful fall in exemplary stop-drop-and-roll fashion. Her tumble echoed around the ground floor.
[Luke, Chris]
"All right, all right!" Crossly, looking down at her neatly tucked in stomach. "Breakfast." She aimed for the common room and the hall without.
Sleepy students sauntered toward the Great Hall, and Claire could tell that they were less enthusiastic about the day than was she. She perked at the sound of talking and wondered how she could get into the conversation, but as soon as it started, it ended and she was left to her own shuffling feet and the corridors around her. The small, sparse crowd seemed to flow in one general direction, and this she followed, figuring they would lead her to the supplies she needed. Her mind wandered to a planned exploration of the castle, especially to the Library, and then the reporting letter she ought to write to Abram and Ms. Ryan, and of course the affectionate letter to Madam Rosemary. She thought, she puzzled, that she would have missed them more than she did, but at the moment, the only person from her family whom she felt the greatest separation from was her dear Liam! Abram was also a dear to her, but their parting weeks had been very unfamiliarly formal, and it was his behaviour which distracted most Claire from the other wonderful things about her brother. He seemed too preoccupied for his former frivolities and games with her; other things cluttered that space which had been reserved for wild imaginings and ferocious play-making. Those things which Claire had always associated with Abram and those which she loved most of him, seemed stripped from them in those penultimate weeks, then days, then mere hours, then -.
The stairs caught her by surprise and she tripped on the top step. Throwing out her arms to catch her balance, Claire grasped both stone railing and air in the same fist, and throwing her weight to the opposite side, her knees buckled and she completed her not-so-graceful fall in exemplary stop-drop-and-roll fashion. Her tumble echoed around the ground floor.
[Luke, Chris]