|
|
Post by Arabelle Thomas on Aug 7, 2008 20:07:29 GMT
  It was late. Arabelle slid out of bed, wrapped her robe around her, and slipped some slippers on. Her pajamas were a silk material around her porcelain skin at this time of night. It was very cold because there weren't too many people moving around, but Ara sucked it up. She couldn't sleep, so her last choice, after she had read bits and parts of every book she owned, organized her trunk, made her bed, picked all of her outfits out for the week, was sneaking out.
Arabelle wrapped her robe around her closer. She walked out of her dorm and sat on a sofa in the Gryffindor Common Room. Could she do it? Yes, no, maybe. Ara couldn't make up her mind. She began to scan the concequences in her mind... could she handle it. Well hell she could. She stood up again and heard something, which caused her to sit down, quickly and quietly. Once everything was still again, she tiptoed through the Portrait Hole and to the Library.
The spell Alohomora was said and Ara skipped into the vacant library. There had to be something in here she had never read. She walked swiftly to the first shelf of books and began to scan it. Arabelle was on the seventh shelf when she heard a noise. Footsteps... it sounded rickety and loud much like a student. What would they do it they saw her. She jogged over to a shelf in the cornor and began to peek through some books staring to see who would enter. |
|
