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Post by ray2 on Dec 3, 2010 8:31:08 GMT -5
 things at hogwarts were rather quiet, and the defenition of quiet was boring, slow and downright negative. the school spirit had dimmed to gray, and though the bright house colours were plastered all over the school, it had nor gave nothing. the colours seemed to be fading of life and spirit, and all in the school were feeling the awful atmosphere. there were hardly any students still perky and enthusiastic, and those who were were only given a cold shoulder, their moods weren't helping at all. it seemed hogwarts had no energy anymore, no life, no magic.
one of those hopefuls was the ravenclaw, pauline. she had to admit, however, that hogwarts had become more of a 'safe quarters', and school had been tossed aside for a moment of sheer panic and anticipation. pauline had only been anticipating the day when everything would turn back to normal. lessons had begun again, meals were orderly, but there was something missing. the life and body of hogwarts had gone, and it wasn't what it used to be. pauline had been distracting herself with work, work and more work. she had taken to giving tutoring lessons and even offering a hand in the library. the only time she got any rest was when she clambered up the stairs to the dorms, seeming more like a zombie than a live human being. but it was good for her, somewhat. pauline was keeping as far away from the truth as possible, and she was trying with all she could, to get hogwarts back on its feet.
friends and even foes of pauline could sense she was working herself too hard. even in apperance she looked totally drained; her eyes had darkened and her skin was ghostly pale and the fact she was yawning all the time said it all. her hair was more than unkept and nowadays she would scrape it back into a bun, although strands would escape. she had a lack of self-presentation these days, but so did everyone, it was seen as the norm now. but pauline refused, with her stubborness and determination, to believe that she needed rest.
the snow was coming down heavy this week, and snow meant a slight uplift in the mood of the school. indeed, most of the younger students were filled with joy, and would journey out into the vast world of pure white snow. even the older students were less horrid, and they had also come outside from their hiding. pauline had other ideas. yes, she wrapped up warm for what was coming next, and she trudged out alone, though went in the direction of hogsmeade. she'd been yearning for a visit to the neighbouring village for ages, but she wouldn't have minded someone to go with. still, she was excited to enter the busy-at-work village once again. there were snowmen all around the streets and some of them were even moving, talking and smiling. pauline sat on a bench and took out a small purse, beginnig to calculate how much she could spend this time.
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Post by ryan on Dec 3, 2010 17:17:14 GMT -5
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The weekend had finally arrived, and with that notion more thoughts arose about the joys of those two days without classes and wand work, but yet there was always a potions essay due bright an early the following Monday. The dark headed boy was only one of three still sitting in the blue plastered common room, but yet even then that wasn't unusual. The school had been very quiet since he returned, and with that brought a change in behavior among the students. There were no more late Friday night parties up on the seventh floor, nor were there any types of mischief that his usual buddies were always dragging him into. No, everything was dead silent.
Staring out the small window pane he even noticed that the snow hadn't really changed much of anyone's behavior, except for the little first years. His emerald green eyes watched as a little group of them rolled around in the blanket of white, picking little bits up like cotton balls, mashing them together and throwing them at whatever they could. It was a rather comforting sight to know that maybe hope for the place after the scares hadn't been lost.
Curled up in one of the overstuffed blue chairs with the old typewrite on his lap, Ryan returned his gaze to the half typed sheet of paper that laid in the typewriter's cartridge. He starred at it briefly, only giving the first line a meager glance before he tore out the page and wadded it up, tossing it on the ground where it joined several other failed ideas. He couldn't get it. At home his mind was filled with so many ideas, causing his writing to improve drastically since he left the castle. But upon his return, it seemed like a brick wall had arisen in his mind, trapping all the ideas from flowing out and onto the white pieces of paper.
He sighed, while rather brief, before turning his gaze out towards the grounds again. Maybe the school had zapped the potential out of him since he came back to the place? If that was so, he'd rather be any place than within the castle walls. He starred for another moment, watching the young one's play before he finally decided what he needed. A trip to Hogsmeade. Getting up, Ryan placed the typewriter on the coffee table beside the chair before starting to walk off to the dorms, kicking around a few of the straggling paper wads, but not having any intention of picking them up. Instead, he continued on up the stairs and into the boys dorm.
Only a few minutes later, Ryan ran down the steps and out the portrait hole, his body tucked in a wool coat and a scarf around his neck to protect him from the inevitable onslaught of wintry weather. His legs kept going as he continued to run through the halls and down the Grand Staircase to the Main Hall, which he then took a right at and continued out the door on his newfound journey.
The snow crunched gently under his shoes, and the bitter cold wind nipped at his nose, but that didn't bother Ryan one bit. All he cared about now was reaching a town with a little bit more than what Hogwarts was now starting to provide.
Upon enter the village, his emerald eyes caught the back end of an all too familiar character sitting on a bench with her head bent over a calculator. Ryan chuckled and grinned brightly as he began to walk up behind the bench. "What have I told you about over analyzing things?" He said grinning and he leaned on the back of the bench for a brief moment. When she recognized it was him, he leaped over and into the seat beside her chuckling brightly.
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WORDS! 641
STATUS! complete
NOTES! Can you say muse explosion?!?
TAGS! PAULINE!?
OUTFIT!coming soooon
INSPIRATION! What's it feel like to be a ghost?- takingbacksunday
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!
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