Post by bridget on Apr 22, 2008 0:40:18 GMT -8
This was useless. She was just about to give up. Honestly, how much could a woman take of this. She had done everything she was instructed to do. She had practiced over and over and over and yet she was not improving one bit. She had been at this for weeks on end and now she was officially about to give up no matter how much she needed this skill. She had lived without it long enough. Then again, she had never been trapped in one place this long. It wasn't even safe for her to go flying any more she had been told and she had to get out of this place some how. The blood clauses set down by the death eater goverment kept her in hiding but sh ewasn't sure just how much of this she could take. No sane person could take it and she was starting to loose that sanity inch by inch every day.
Then again, she had good reason to loose it. She was trapped inside the grounds. She had little to do, and all around her hell seemed to be breaking loose every day. She had been seeing Kyle less and less. There was always something new going on with the order and worst off she could do nothing to help. It was the first time she had been truely helpless in her life with the exception of the battle of the Yule Ball. Even then she had tried her best to defend herself and do her part. She really had played a part in that, but in this she felt useless. She couldn't fight, she couldn't spy, she couldn't even cook. All she could do was comfort and teach and even those two chores she was starting to doubt more and more by the day.
Her lack of usefullness wasn't for lack of trying though. She had been learning to duel, no matter how little she was picking up, and she had been trying her best to pick up an anamagus form so she could spy alongside the other memebers of the order. In dueling however she was loosing against students of their little community, and as evidenced by her current state, a furry long tail coming from her back and a two short little dog ears replacing her own human ears that was not going so well either. This had been her fourth attempt and Bridget was starting to think she was getting worse instead of improving.
She had gotten transforming into the dog a little bit better but getting out of it was getting worse and worse. Last time she still had a small wet black nose. Now she had a tail and ears. Worst yet off, she had an undenaible desire to chase her left over tail and scratch and her ears in the usual dog like fashion and it was taking her all her will power not to do so as she stared in the mirror defeatedly.
Bridget sighed and moved into the living room of her quarters curling up at the foot of her couch after circling the spot a few times. She was never going to get this. Worse yet, she was going to turn into a dog because of it. Life was just getting better and better wasn't it?
Then again, she had good reason to loose it. She was trapped inside the grounds. She had little to do, and all around her hell seemed to be breaking loose every day. She had been seeing Kyle less and less. There was always something new going on with the order and worst off she could do nothing to help. It was the first time she had been truely helpless in her life with the exception of the battle of the Yule Ball. Even then she had tried her best to defend herself and do her part. She really had played a part in that, but in this she felt useless. She couldn't fight, she couldn't spy, she couldn't even cook. All she could do was comfort and teach and even those two chores she was starting to doubt more and more by the day.
Her lack of usefullness wasn't for lack of trying though. She had been learning to duel, no matter how little she was picking up, and she had been trying her best to pick up an anamagus form so she could spy alongside the other memebers of the order. In dueling however she was loosing against students of their little community, and as evidenced by her current state, a furry long tail coming from her back and a two short little dog ears replacing her own human ears that was not going so well either. This had been her fourth attempt and Bridget was starting to think she was getting worse instead of improving.
She had gotten transforming into the dog a little bit better but getting out of it was getting worse and worse. Last time she still had a small wet black nose. Now she had a tail and ears. Worst yet off, she had an undenaible desire to chase her left over tail and scratch and her ears in the usual dog like fashion and it was taking her all her will power not to do so as she stared in the mirror defeatedly.
Bridget sighed and moved into the living room of her quarters curling up at the foot of her couch after circling the spot a few times. She was never going to get this. Worse yet, she was going to turn into a dog because of it. Life was just getting better and better wasn't it?