Post by Char Hadley on Sept 15, 2007 18:42:30 GMT
The mud sunk beneath Char's knees as he crawled through a knot of branches. Both of his palms stung with small cuts and scratches credited to the thorny twigs that were also grazing across his eyebrow, leaving an itchy red patch in their wake.
Lifting a wrist and rubbing his forehead with a wince, the Gryffindor finally heaved himself from the vines tangled around his middle. Blinking in the dim light of his wand, he grabbed hold of the nearest tree - a feat in itself as most of the willowy trunks seemed to somehow appear several feet away when he would reach for them - and pulled his frame off the ground.
Though whimisical things such as the rumored Room of Requirement and the mysterious forest had forever sparked an interest in Char, he had always kept his distance. It was by total accident that the boy had found himself lost in a cluster of haunting trees, scraped and anxious.
Fingering a newly formed hole in his trousers, Char's neck craned around him as his wide-eyes took in every detail of the forest. He half expected some majestic crossbreed to intercept his path and devour him as he stepped over a mound of dirt.
As soon as the thought left his head, the wood began to shiver in a hushed rustle that left a cool swell in his chest. With his expression contorted into a soft frown, he turned around a bit groggily, anticipating the sight of jaws.
Lifting a wrist and rubbing his forehead with a wince, the Gryffindor finally heaved himself from the vines tangled around his middle. Blinking in the dim light of his wand, he grabbed hold of the nearest tree - a feat in itself as most of the willowy trunks seemed to somehow appear several feet away when he would reach for them - and pulled his frame off the ground.
Though whimisical things such as the rumored Room of Requirement and the mysterious forest had forever sparked an interest in Char, he had always kept his distance. It was by total accident that the boy had found himself lost in a cluster of haunting trees, scraped and anxious.
Fingering a newly formed hole in his trousers, Char's neck craned around him as his wide-eyes took in every detail of the forest. He half expected some majestic crossbreed to intercept his path and devour him as he stepped over a mound of dirt.
As soon as the thought left his head, the wood began to shiver in a hushed rustle that left a cool swell in his chest. With his expression contorted into a soft frown, he turned around a bit groggily, anticipating the sight of jaws.
