Post by bethany on Sept 28, 2008 20:31:29 GMT -8
4 September, 2010
Ground/Main floor
9:32 am
She didn’t know why the phrase was still in her mind; especially since the last she’d heard it was a good month ago on the telly but it certainly did seem to fit her feelings right about now. Three days in and she felt only just a tad less nervous about her confines than when she’d been sorted. So far there had been no more great events like the ceremony with the hat which was a huge plus. From what she’d been able to gather there’d be nothing really grandiose till sometime around Christmas, maybe. Still, the castle had looked so extravagant, so perfect that first night and now that she had been able to wander - and get lost, several dozen times – she found it to feel a mix between that paradise from all of those storybook tales and a prison she couldn’t escape.
It wasn’t a bad kind of prison necessarily either, just the frustrating kind, and even that technically didn’t make it much of a prison. You see, the only door she’d found to the outside had been the main doors they’d come through that first night. They were big, easy to find, etcetera but she knew there was a courtyard somewhere because she’d found the door it yesterday and now she couldn’t find it again. What it came down to; was that it was frustrating, she was too stubborn to ask and thus basically driving herself to a point of near mental anguish over something that only she deemed important…
And she now needed a break.
The young Hufflepuff girl sighed, sat herself cross-legged against the wall, and then stared her brown eyes up at the ceiling in hopes that something interesting would appear there before someone else appeared along this stretch of corridor. It appeared the only way she was going to get where she wanted was by asking where it was…and depending on how far away she was from it directions were only likely to get her more lost. With those the promising odds as they were, at best she might be able to make a real friend as opposed to the acquaintance-ships she had made within the confines of Hufflepuff House. At worst, sitting here would become a complete waste of her time, and that wouldn’t be all too bad in the long run now would it?
The morning was still young after all, even if she didn’t know it the slightest bit.
{Open.}
Ground/Main floor
9:32 am
She didn’t know why the phrase was still in her mind; especially since the last she’d heard it was a good month ago on the telly but it certainly did seem to fit her feelings right about now. Three days in and she felt only just a tad less nervous about her confines than when she’d been sorted. So far there had been no more great events like the ceremony with the hat which was a huge plus. From what she’d been able to gather there’d be nothing really grandiose till sometime around Christmas, maybe. Still, the castle had looked so extravagant, so perfect that first night and now that she had been able to wander - and get lost, several dozen times – she found it to feel a mix between that paradise from all of those storybook tales and a prison she couldn’t escape.
It wasn’t a bad kind of prison necessarily either, just the frustrating kind, and even that technically didn’t make it much of a prison. You see, the only door she’d found to the outside had been the main doors they’d come through that first night. They were big, easy to find, etcetera but she knew there was a courtyard somewhere because she’d found the door it yesterday and now she couldn’t find it again. What it came down to; was that it was frustrating, she was too stubborn to ask and thus basically driving herself to a point of near mental anguish over something that only she deemed important…
And she now needed a break.
The young Hufflepuff girl sighed, sat herself cross-legged against the wall, and then stared her brown eyes up at the ceiling in hopes that something interesting would appear there before someone else appeared along this stretch of corridor. It appeared the only way she was going to get where she wanted was by asking where it was…and depending on how far away she was from it directions were only likely to get her more lost. With those the promising odds as they were, at best she might be able to make a real friend as opposed to the acquaintance-ships she had made within the confines of Hufflepuff House. At worst, sitting here would become a complete waste of her time, and that wouldn’t be all too bad in the long run now would it?
The morning was still young after all, even if she didn’t know it the slightest bit.
{Open.}