Post by Jac Shaw on Jul 8, 2008 22:40:21 GMT
Jac has always found joy in studying runes. It was easy for the seventh year to focus on simply studying one thing and, lets face it, Ancient Runes was a purely studying subject. You had to know the different symbols, everything about them, the different ways they could be put together to mean different things. Pure remembering she found simple enough to do. This in mind, it was not uncommon for Jac to wonder the corridors with a book in Runes and being absorbed in it as though it were any other gripping book.
And on the rainy Thursday afternoon, a couple of hours after lunch, Jac was doing precisely that. The torches against the walls of the corridor Jac was in flared when a particularly vicious bout of wind came howling down the corridor. It wrenched the book from Jac's hands, the smile that had been on her face gone as quick as the book was gone from her. She watched as the book flew high into the air, the Gryffindor not even minding her long flaming hair flying everywhere, and drop half onto a wet step at the top of a flight of stairs about a dozen yards from where she was standing.
"Bugger," Jac said, cursing her luck. Thunder rolled over the castle and Jac could feel the whole castle vibrating under her feet. She smiled down at her feet, at the funny tingling that remained after the thunder had passed, but the smile quickly faded when she looked up to her book again. The dark leather bound book had obviously moved some because of the thunder and was now teetering on the edge like a scale. "Oh no," Jac whispered in disbelief at her rotten luck and watched as the book disappeared down the stairwell.
Jac broke out into a flat out sprint, grabbing the edge of the wall and swinging herself down the stairs after the book. She heard it thump - thump on its way down and as she jumped the last few steps two at a time a dull thud echoed up to her. The Gryffindor jumped the last three steps but planted her right foot funny so stumbled forward, tumbling to her knees at someone's feet. Jac's eyes were wide when she saw the shoes but when the pain from her knees and hands shot through her she closed them tightly and hung her head, her flaming hair falling almost to the ground.
The person in front of her picked up her book and Jac stayed where she was, both too embarrassed and a little too sore to move just yet. When it came to getting up, her knees crack, her right elbow got stuck in place so it took a bit of coercion to unlock, and the process was slow going, Jac unsure if she even wanted to show her flushed cheeks.
And on the rainy Thursday afternoon, a couple of hours after lunch, Jac was doing precisely that. The torches against the walls of the corridor Jac was in flared when a particularly vicious bout of wind came howling down the corridor. It wrenched the book from Jac's hands, the smile that had been on her face gone as quick as the book was gone from her. She watched as the book flew high into the air, the Gryffindor not even minding her long flaming hair flying everywhere, and drop half onto a wet step at the top of a flight of stairs about a dozen yards from where she was standing.
"Bugger," Jac said, cursing her luck. Thunder rolled over the castle and Jac could feel the whole castle vibrating under her feet. She smiled down at her feet, at the funny tingling that remained after the thunder had passed, but the smile quickly faded when she looked up to her book again. The dark leather bound book had obviously moved some because of the thunder and was now teetering on the edge like a scale. "Oh no," Jac whispered in disbelief at her rotten luck and watched as the book disappeared down the stairwell.
Jac broke out into a flat out sprint, grabbing the edge of the wall and swinging herself down the stairs after the book. She heard it thump - thump on its way down and as she jumped the last few steps two at a time a dull thud echoed up to her. The Gryffindor jumped the last three steps but planted her right foot funny so stumbled forward, tumbling to her knees at someone's feet. Jac's eyes were wide when she saw the shoes but when the pain from her knees and hands shot through her she closed them tightly and hung her head, her flaming hair falling almost to the ground.
The person in front of her picked up her book and Jac stayed where she was, both too embarrassed and a little too sore to move just yet. When it came to getting up, her knees crack, her right elbow got stuck in place so it took a bit of coercion to unlock, and the process was slow going, Jac unsure if she even wanted to show her flushed cheeks.
