Post by selaseraphim on Jun 2, 2008 11:51:53 GMT -8
September 9, 2010
8:00 pm
Sela was chewing at the end of a quill as she read through the second chapter of her Transfiguration text book for the third time. Her fingertips were stained with ink, little splotches of darkness on the pale skin. Those fingertips drummed on the wooden surface of the table rhythmically. Her eyes moved quickly from one end of the page to the next with strange speed and interest beneath her dark eyebrows.
It was only a week and a half into the year and Sela was already comfortable at Hogwarts. The place had that effect on her, a calming effect. Perhaps it was just the knowledge that she wasn't a prisoner here, that her father couldn't possibly hurt her again while she present at the school. Whatever the reason, Hoqwarts was the only real home that Sela could remember, though she imagined that she had been happy with her mother.
She pulled the quill from beneath her teeth, shifting her arm to reveal a sheet of parchment. Her green eyes remained latched onto the page of her text book, as she scrawled out a full paragraph in a few short minutes. The ink splattered as she wrote, staining her hands even more. She finished the essay and looked over it, once again chewing on her quill. A drop of ink fell onto the parchment; she ignored it. Once she had looked it over, she tossed the essay onto the table and dragged her Transfiguration book close to her.
She leaned back on her chair, crossing her feet under her on the chair. It creaked in protest, but Sela seemed not to notice. She was absorbed in the book, her fingers playing at the ends of her dark hair.
8:00 pm
Sela was chewing at the end of a quill as she read through the second chapter of her Transfiguration text book for the third time. Her fingertips were stained with ink, little splotches of darkness on the pale skin. Those fingertips drummed on the wooden surface of the table rhythmically. Her eyes moved quickly from one end of the page to the next with strange speed and interest beneath her dark eyebrows.
It was only a week and a half into the year and Sela was already comfortable at Hogwarts. The place had that effect on her, a calming effect. Perhaps it was just the knowledge that she wasn't a prisoner here, that her father couldn't possibly hurt her again while she present at the school. Whatever the reason, Hoqwarts was the only real home that Sela could remember, though she imagined that she had been happy with her mother.
She pulled the quill from beneath her teeth, shifting her arm to reveal a sheet of parchment. Her green eyes remained latched onto the page of her text book, as she scrawled out a full paragraph in a few short minutes. The ink splattered as she wrote, staining her hands even more. She finished the essay and looked over it, once again chewing on her quill. A drop of ink fell onto the parchment; she ignored it. Once she had looked it over, she tossed the essay onto the table and dragged her Transfiguration book close to her.
She leaned back on her chair, crossing her feet under her on the chair. It creaked in protest, but Sela seemed not to notice. She was absorbed in the book, her fingers playing at the ends of her dark hair.