27 Feb 2020, 16:07
Soothe me
Fyriel was curled up in a comfortable antique armchair in the library. She had really made herself at home there. A warm oversized blanket covered her whilst she read a book she picked off one of the fusty shelves earlier. It was a dusty shelf not because the library isn’t dusted but because this book came from one the furthest, most hidden away corner in the library. Although the Huffle felt warm and snug, she could not help but miss the crackling heat from an imaginary fire next to her. The sound of her cat purring on her lap would remain nothing more but a memory from when she was home. As Fyriel imagined all of the things that made her happy, she noticed the rain had gotten heavier.
Heavier as in thicker clumps falling down to the ground, they almost seemed to fall slower too. That is when she realized it wasn’t raining anymore… It was snowing. Chunky dollops of snow spilled down from grey clouds that had completely covered the sky above Hogwarts. The armchair she was seated in was placed directly next to a window so she had the best view. The falling snow held Fyriel’s gaze hostage. She felt hypnotized by the twirling flakes in the air. It looked like a dance. A very wild and chaotic dance perhaps but a dance nonetheless. The girl kept staring at the pieces of ice tumbling down and whirling from left to right before hitting the ground. Fyriel felt like the world was in slow motion, as long as she kept looking at the snow. “Just one more moment”, she thought. Keeping her focus on the snowflakes, she imagined being able to freeze time for a while and escape everything for a little bit. “A few minutes, that’s all I need…”, she convinced herself.
Fyriel wanted to escape from the world around her, the people, societies’ expectations but most of all: her thoughts. Her thoughts were trying to drown her and she did not knew how much longer she was able to keep herself above water and grasp for air. Desperately, Fyriel kept staring at the snowflakes, hoping she would be able to fly off just like them. As her thoughts grew foggy and her eyes grew a heavier feeling, Fyriel fell into a slumber. A small rest in a cosy spot would be good for her. The Hufflepuff had fallen asleep, snuggled up in the blanket with the book still resting on her lap. The hand that held it had lost its grip and loosely settled on the blanket.
Heavier as in thicker clumps falling down to the ground, they almost seemed to fall slower too. That is when she realized it wasn’t raining anymore… It was snowing. Chunky dollops of snow spilled down from grey clouds that had completely covered the sky above Hogwarts. The armchair she was seated in was placed directly next to a window so she had the best view. The falling snow held Fyriel’s gaze hostage. She felt hypnotized by the twirling flakes in the air. It looked like a dance. A very wild and chaotic dance perhaps but a dance nonetheless. The girl kept staring at the pieces of ice tumbling down and whirling from left to right before hitting the ground. Fyriel felt like the world was in slow motion, as long as she kept looking at the snow. “Just one more moment”, she thought. Keeping her focus on the snowflakes, she imagined being able to freeze time for a while and escape everything for a little bit. “A few minutes, that’s all I need…”, she convinced herself.
Fyriel wanted to escape from the world around her, the people, societies’ expectations but most of all: her thoughts. Her thoughts were trying to drown her and she did not knew how much longer she was able to keep herself above water and grasp for air. Desperately, Fyriel kept staring at the snowflakes, hoping she would be able to fly off just like them. As her thoughts grew foggy and her eyes grew a heavier feeling, Fyriel fell into a slumber. A small rest in a cosy spot would be good for her. The Hufflepuff had fallen asleep, snuggled up in the blanket with the book still resting on her lap. The hand that held it had lost its grip and loosely settled on the blanket.
Give to those who have nothing to give to you
°Stam: 11- °Evas: 4- °Str: 5- °Wis: 6- °ArcP:5- °Acc:4
28 Feb 2020, 22:32
Soothe me
Brannelle often visited the library when she felt the tendrils of boredom creep up on her. Boredom was something foreign to her because Brannelle often kept herself busy but she had finished all of her tasks early and really had nothing else to do except relax. But then that would mean taking a nap and she just wasn't in the mood for that, she wanted to be doing something.
So she grabbed her little backpack, which was cutely decorated with little purple dolphins, and stuffed her canteen, due library books, and something other things that weren't so necessary inside. Afterwards she said goodbye to her dorm mates and left for the library.
As Brannelle made her way up the stairs she realized that it as eerily quiet. Is everyone asleep? The girls in her dorm had been yawning, but not everyone could be tired at the same time...She was passing a window when she glanced out of it and came to a halt: it was snowing.
She broke into a huge grin and rushed over, barely able to keep herself from pressing her face up against the glass. Tiny white specks floated down from the grey sky like particles of dust, except these were more enchanting. Although the world was vast it seemed made smaller because of how already the snow blanketed everything as far as Brannelle's eyes could see. Already she was surrounded by a land of white and cold and grey.
Sometime later the young student had made her way to the library. Now it wasn't as empty as the corridors—and with good reason, given the blazing fires in the fireplaces—but she knew that she could find a comfortable and quiet place near the back of the library. But of course everyone knew that so she could only really hope to find something.
Brannelle recalled a place that seemed to be hidden from everyone else, a little corner with an armchair and a window. She never saw anyone sitting there and it was mostly hidden by a towering shelf. She was nearing when she realized that she had lucked out—someone was already occupying it.
She could be seen visibly deflating as she sighed, wondering where she would sit down. Her curiosity made her draw closer to the person; the sound of light snoring had made her aware of the presence and she wanted to see who was sleeping. Brannelle stepped quietly over and saw a girl sleeping peacefully. She smiled and meant to walk away when she noticed the book on the girl's lap beginning to slip down.
Her instincts made her reach for it but her balance was off because of her backpack and Brannelle found herself falling towards the slumbering girl. "Oh, no—!"
So she grabbed her little backpack, which was cutely decorated with little purple dolphins, and stuffed her canteen, due library books, and something other things that weren't so necessary inside. Afterwards she said goodbye to her dorm mates and left for the library.
As Brannelle made her way up the stairs she realized that it as eerily quiet. Is everyone asleep? The girls in her dorm had been yawning, but not everyone could be tired at the same time...She was passing a window when she glanced out of it and came to a halt: it was snowing.
She broke into a huge grin and rushed over, barely able to keep herself from pressing her face up against the glass. Tiny white specks floated down from the grey sky like particles of dust, except these were more enchanting. Although the world was vast it seemed made smaller because of how already the snow blanketed everything as far as Brannelle's eyes could see. Already she was surrounded by a land of white and cold and grey.
Sometime later the young student had made her way to the library. Now it wasn't as empty as the corridors—and with good reason, given the blazing fires in the fireplaces—but she knew that she could find a comfortable and quiet place near the back of the library. But of course everyone knew that so she could only really hope to find something.
Brannelle recalled a place that seemed to be hidden from everyone else, a little corner with an armchair and a window. She never saw anyone sitting there and it was mostly hidden by a towering shelf. She was nearing when she realized that she had lucked out—someone was already occupying it.
She could be seen visibly deflating as she sighed, wondering where she would sit down. Her curiosity made her draw closer to the person; the sound of light snoring had made her aware of the presence and she wanted to see who was sleeping. Brannelle stepped quietly over and saw a girl sleeping peacefully. She smiled and meant to walk away when she noticed the book on the girl's lap beginning to slip down.
Her instincts made her reach for it but her balance was off because of her backpack and Brannelle found herself falling towards the slumbering girl. "Oh, no—!"
1 Mar 2020, 11:56
Soothe me
Fyriel’s nap abruptly came to an end. The reason for it was that someone fell on top of her. She had no clue what was going on of course because she was sleeping when it happened. She awoke and saw a young girl tumbling on top of her whilst yelling “Oh no-!” Fyriel was startled, in shock she shouted: “whoa, what is-!” In a swift movement she reached her hands forward to help the girl so she wouldn’t hit her head on the windowsill next to the armchair. She helped her stand up and with a puzzled look on her face, she questioned the girl: “Um, hi? Are you alright?” She realized the girl must have fallen and wondered if you hit her head or something else, so before she could answer her first question she asked: “Did you hurt yourself?”
The first-year Hufflepuff analysed the girl that had literally just ‘fallen’ for her. The first thing she noticed was how bright her eyes were. They were a light, silver grey colour that was so pale they almost seemed to be glowing white. Hmm, I may not be the only one with such noticeable eyes… I wonder if they mean there is something special about her, or maybe she was just born with them…
The girl was not too tall but not short either, somewhere just in between average and short Fyriel guessed. Her hair was very long; it even reached the middle of her spine. I wish my hair were that long. Fyriel had been trying to grow her hair longer but every summer she would cut it shoulder-length again because working with long hair in the summer was too unpractical for her. Last summer she had not cut it so it had grown a bit longer than her shoulders already, still nowhere near the length like the other girl’s hair. Hers was straight and very light blonde, it seemed very thin, like it was the perfect hair to flow in the wind or make braids in.
For some reason, Fyriel felt familiar with the girl, like she had seen her before but she could not recall where from. I must have seen her before somewhere in school. Perhaps they were in the same year or house even.
The first-year Hufflepuff analysed the girl that had literally just ‘fallen’ for her. The first thing she noticed was how bright her eyes were. They were a light, silver grey colour that was so pale they almost seemed to be glowing white. Hmm, I may not be the only one with such noticeable eyes… I wonder if they mean there is something special about her, or maybe she was just born with them…
The girl was not too tall but not short either, somewhere just in between average and short Fyriel guessed. Her hair was very long; it even reached the middle of her spine. I wish my hair were that long. Fyriel had been trying to grow her hair longer but every summer she would cut it shoulder-length again because working with long hair in the summer was too unpractical for her. Last summer she had not cut it so it had grown a bit longer than her shoulders already, still nowhere near the length like the other girl’s hair. Hers was straight and very light blonde, it seemed very thin, like it was the perfect hair to flow in the wind or make braids in.
For some reason, Fyriel felt familiar with the girl, like she had seen her before but she could not recall where from. I must have seen her before somewhere in school. Perhaps they were in the same year or house even.
@Brannelle Tarre
Give to those who have nothing to give to you
°Stam: 11- °Evas: 4- °Str: 5- °Wis: 6- °ArcP:5- °Acc:4
1 Mar 2020, 17:18
Soothe me
At first Brannelle was embarrassed about her clumsiness but when she realized that the girl wasn't exactly upset, she relaxed. With the girl's helped she stood back up and brushed herself off, even though she hadn't gotten dirty; she was still quite flustered, which could be seen by the amount of strawberry blush across her cheeks.
"Sorry, your book was slipping and I meant to grab it..." She glanced down reluctantly at the book on the floor. Although she hadn't saved it in time at least it didn't seem particularly damaged, and she possibly could've saved the girl from a foot injury, seeing that Brannelle had knocked it away in time.
"Sorry, again," she said. "No, I'm okay—are you? I didn't mean to disturb you..." The girl seemed to be studying her, and that made her hush. Brannelle wondered if the she would make a comment about her eyes like everyone usually did. She used to be called Ghostie back in primary school just because her eyes looked so otherworldly, like they belonged to some phantom or, even worse, a vampire. Brannelle never provided an explanation, of course, given that the children had been muggles, but she wondered if she'd have to start doing so to people at this school who were oh so familiar with magic.
The girl was pretty in general herself. She looked around Brannelle's age but that didn't say much because she'd met a seventh year who looked younger than her. Her hair was medium-length, dark and wavy. The odd thing was that Brannelle couldn't decided whether or not her hair was black or blue; it was so dark yet so deep and vivid of a colour.
But the most spectacular part was her eyes. While having grey irises weren't too uncommon, having violet ones...well, that was a different story. And Brannelle, who was deeply passionate about colours and discerning them, could've gone on about what different shades of purple the girl's eyes were, she suddenly became self-conscious of her staring and came back to reality.
"Your eyes are really beautiful!" And one could tell how genuine she was.
"Sorry, your book was slipping and I meant to grab it..." She glanced down reluctantly at the book on the floor. Although she hadn't saved it in time at least it didn't seem particularly damaged, and she possibly could've saved the girl from a foot injury, seeing that Brannelle had knocked it away in time.
"Sorry, again," she said. "No, I'm okay—are you? I didn't mean to disturb you..." The girl seemed to be studying her, and that made her hush. Brannelle wondered if the she would make a comment about her eyes like everyone usually did. She used to be called Ghostie back in primary school just because her eyes looked so otherworldly, like they belonged to some phantom or, even worse, a vampire. Brannelle never provided an explanation, of course, given that the children had been muggles, but she wondered if she'd have to start doing so to people at this school who were oh so familiar with magic.
The girl was pretty in general herself. She looked around Brannelle's age but that didn't say much because she'd met a seventh year who looked younger than her. Her hair was medium-length, dark and wavy. The odd thing was that Brannelle couldn't decided whether or not her hair was black or blue; it was so dark yet so deep and vivid of a colour.
But the most spectacular part was her eyes. While having grey irises weren't too uncommon, having violet ones...well, that was a different story. And Brannelle, who was deeply passionate about colours and discerning them, could've gone on about what different shades of purple the girl's eyes were, she suddenly became self-conscious of her staring and came back to reality.
"Your eyes are really beautiful!" And one could tell how genuine she was.
2 Mar 2020, 14:17
Soothe me
It was not was she was expecting. Not at all. Her whole family had been Ravenclaws, so that's what she was meant to do. Even before she knew she was a witch, she had always been fascinated with books, history, learning. It was only natural.
It had already been a week since she was sorted, but Toni just couldn't seem to wrap her head around the fact that she was in Hufflepuff. Of all the houses, she was a Hufflepuff. The kids who were made fun of for being nice. This was not her!!
Despite this outrage, Toni decided to do all she could to prove herself. Maybe she could be switched into Ravenclaw after this semester? All she knew was her identity in books was not about to be ruined because of some old dusty hat's mistake.
How to go about this however, she did not know. Her first thought was to gather all of her books and head to the library. The lengthy dark halls intimidated her, and the emblem on her robe hardly made her feel reassured. She crept towards the library, trying her best to be inconspicuous. The pitter patter of the rain seemed to be her only comfort. But of course, that too faded. It faded rather quickly in fact. She turned her head to gaze out of the towering stain glass window. Snow. Lots and lots of it. It formed so quickly, yet still somehow retained a certain grace as it fluttered down gently to the cobblestones below.
Even the snow made her distressed. It made her think of lazy days with her family, warm nights cuddled up by the fire, her mother's magically modified snow hills that always sure she slumped gently from her sled.
Toni pressed on towards the library, leaving her memories behind and trying her best to regain her confidence. As she entered a wave of warmth enveloped her. She let out a sigh of relief as she noticed everyone was too preoccupied to acknowledge her. Out of her nervousness, she made her way to the back of the room, away from the potential of any prying eyes. She sat down between two book shelves, and opened Hogwarts, A History.
"This is going to be a long night." She thought to herself, trying to ignore the shelf digging into her back.
She had gotten through a couple chapters before she noticed a bit of chatter one isle over. She set her book down and peeked over the side of the shelf, curious to see who was causing the commotion. She caught sight of two Hufflepuff girls eyeing each other. One was perched in a chair and the other basically on top of her.
She was startled by their eyes, both of them radiant. However, her studies were her priority. They had to be if she wanted to become a Ravenclaw.
"Excuse me, could you two quiet down...please?"
Her question came out much more timidly than she had hoped for. Fear began to creep into her as both girls glanced in her direction.
It had already been a week since she was sorted, but Toni just couldn't seem to wrap her head around the fact that she was in Hufflepuff. Of all the houses, she was a Hufflepuff. The kids who were made fun of for being nice. This was not her!!
Despite this outrage, Toni decided to do all she could to prove herself. Maybe she could be switched into Ravenclaw after this semester? All she knew was her identity in books was not about to be ruined because of some old dusty hat's mistake.
How to go about this however, she did not know. Her first thought was to gather all of her books and head to the library. The lengthy dark halls intimidated her, and the emblem on her robe hardly made her feel reassured. She crept towards the library, trying her best to be inconspicuous. The pitter patter of the rain seemed to be her only comfort. But of course, that too faded. It faded rather quickly in fact. She turned her head to gaze out of the towering stain glass window. Snow. Lots and lots of it. It formed so quickly, yet still somehow retained a certain grace as it fluttered down gently to the cobblestones below.
Even the snow made her distressed. It made her think of lazy days with her family, warm nights cuddled up by the fire, her mother's magically modified snow hills that always sure she slumped gently from her sled.
Toni pressed on towards the library, leaving her memories behind and trying her best to regain her confidence. As she entered a wave of warmth enveloped her. She let out a sigh of relief as she noticed everyone was too preoccupied to acknowledge her. Out of her nervousness, she made her way to the back of the room, away from the potential of any prying eyes. She sat down between two book shelves, and opened Hogwarts, A History.
"This is going to be a long night." She thought to herself, trying to ignore the shelf digging into her back.
She had gotten through a couple chapters before she noticed a bit of chatter one isle over. She set her book down and peeked over the side of the shelf, curious to see who was causing the commotion. She caught sight of two Hufflepuff girls eyeing each other. One was perched in a chair and the other basically on top of her.
She was startled by their eyes, both of them radiant. However, her studies were her priority. They had to be if she wanted to become a Ravenclaw.
"Excuse me, could you two quiet down...please?"
Her question came out much more timidly than she had hoped for. Fear began to creep into her as both girls glanced in her direction.
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