Post by Christine McKenzie on Oct 26, 2008 18:38:49 GMT
Christine awoke early than most on Saturday morning. This was unusual, as she loved to sleep in late. This day, however, she struggled with sleep and tossed and turned all night. She yawned and stretched in her four poster bed. Then, gingerly she rubbed the sleep from her brown eyes with her fists. She blinked several times, trying to get her eyes used to the darkness. She was up before even the sun. She shook her head lazily and peered around. Most people were still fast asleep. She envied them for being able to sleep. She should be able to too!
She stood up and slipped bare feet into a pair of green slippers. She walked around the dorm room, toward her pile of clothing. She lazily undressed, then shoved a pair of black robes over herself, following a emerald colored cloak. She yawned again. She had already slipped off her slippers and now she was slipping on a pair of black shoes. She fastened the strings tightly, then straightened herself back into a standing position. She was so tired. She really did hate waking up so early, and her eyesight was still fuzzy! She inwardly scolded herself for having such trouble with sleep.
She took her wand, which lay at her bedside table. She whispered, "Lumos."[/color] And her wand tip lit up. Again she yawned, small tears filling her eyes. She rubbed them. She walked around, searching for a book--any book would do. Her hand touched leather bound book, and she picked it up tenderly. She held up to her wand light and peered at the title: Magical Fairy-tales. She smiled. That was a great book! She sat down at the edge of the book, and paged through the book until about halfway where her small silver bookmark was placed. She read silently.
Finally light started to pour from the windows. She yawned again, tears falling down her face. It had at least been an hour since she had started reading the book. She knew that much. She looked at her wand tip, and whispered, "Nox." The wand lit disappeared. She grinned to herself. She was always grand when it came to magic. See, curiosity did pay off in the long run and didn't kill her like it did to the cat. She smiled, and stood up, then stretched.
"Well, seems like a descent day anyway." She mumbled to herself.
Then book in hand she traveled out of the dorm, out of Slytherin house and to the Great Hall. She walked to her table and took a couple of pieces of toast, then wrapped them in cloth. She then took a glass of pumpkin juice and took a long swig, then she turned on her heels and headed to the Entrance. She pushed open the huge doors and walked outside. She tucked in her scarf, and pulled on gloves, careful not to drop the book.
"It's freezing! When will winter finally end!" She said to herself, shaking.
She shook the thought away and began to walk to a tree, a tree covered in snow she noted and frowned. She really did hate winter and all of its cold ways. She rolled her eyes and walked there nonetheless. Her footprints embedded in the white snow. Well, at least it was sunny out. That cheered her up a little bit. Warm was good, cold was bad. Plus, the dark days of winter made everything look so gloomy, unlike spring when everything seemed to be full of newborn life. She loved to watch and observe the flowers and trees sprout back up again, brining smiles back to many faces. She reached the snow, then with an even bigger frown sat down at the cold, wet snow. She shuddered, but reminded herself that at least it was nice out, a great day to read! She looked at her book and reopened it to her page, then silently began to read more.
[[sorry I know it's bad]]
She stood up and slipped bare feet into a pair of green slippers. She walked around the dorm room, toward her pile of clothing. She lazily undressed, then shoved a pair of black robes over herself, following a emerald colored cloak. She yawned again. She had already slipped off her slippers and now she was slipping on a pair of black shoes. She fastened the strings tightly, then straightened herself back into a standing position. She was so tired. She really did hate waking up so early, and her eyesight was still fuzzy! She inwardly scolded herself for having such trouble with sleep.
She took her wand, which lay at her bedside table. She whispered, "Lumos."[/color] And her wand tip lit up. Again she yawned, small tears filling her eyes. She rubbed them. She walked around, searching for a book--any book would do. Her hand touched leather bound book, and she picked it up tenderly. She held up to her wand light and peered at the title: Magical Fairy-tales. She smiled. That was a great book! She sat down at the edge of the book, and paged through the book until about halfway where her small silver bookmark was placed. She read silently.
Finally light started to pour from the windows. She yawned again, tears falling down her face. It had at least been an hour since she had started reading the book. She knew that much. She looked at her wand tip, and whispered, "Nox." The wand lit disappeared. She grinned to herself. She was always grand when it came to magic. See, curiosity did pay off in the long run and didn't kill her like it did to the cat. She smiled, and stood up, then stretched.
"Well, seems like a descent day anyway." She mumbled to herself.
Then book in hand she traveled out of the dorm, out of Slytherin house and to the Great Hall. She walked to her table and took a couple of pieces of toast, then wrapped them in cloth. She then took a glass of pumpkin juice and took a long swig, then she turned on her heels and headed to the Entrance. She pushed open the huge doors and walked outside. She tucked in her scarf, and pulled on gloves, careful not to drop the book.
"It's freezing! When will winter finally end!" She said to herself, shaking.
She shook the thought away and began to walk to a tree, a tree covered in snow she noted and frowned. She really did hate winter and all of its cold ways. She rolled her eyes and walked there nonetheless. Her footprints embedded in the white snow. Well, at least it was sunny out. That cheered her up a little bit. Warm was good, cold was bad. Plus, the dark days of winter made everything look so gloomy, unlike spring when everything seemed to be full of newborn life. She loved to watch and observe the flowers and trees sprout back up again, brining smiles back to many faces. She reached the snow, then with an even bigger frown sat down at the cold, wet snow. She shuddered, but reminded herself that at least it was nice out, a great day to read! She looked at her book and reopened it to her page, then silently began to read more.
[[sorry I know it's bad]]
