11 Jun 2022, 00:18
eyes blue like the atlantic
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| ─── | Archer loved many things, but flying was at the very top of that list. Especially flying over the Durmstrang grounds, with a bag of Marsiankas stuffed in the front pocket of his coat, and a cold wind blowing from the North. Snow was swirling over the estate, tangling in his hair and peppering his coat in frosty kisses, leaving his cheeks bright red.
There was nothing that really compared to it. Somewhere far above his head, owls were just beginning to return from their journeys, flocking to the side of the castle and squawking loud enough that even he could hear them over the howling of the wind. Some were brave, flying down to meet him and beg for scraps of rye he kept in his pocket solely for their entertainment. Others gave him long looks from their perches, as if demanding to know exactly what he was doing out of bed, and why he got his kicks flying straight at walls and then veering at the last second, inches away from dropping dead like a seagull smashing against glass. Something about it amused him. He'd seen other students do it. Maybe he'd live to regret it, but today wasn't that day. Well. He didn't regret THAT particular thing. What he DID regret was not watching around a curve, and smashing straight into an unsuspecting student. |
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ITS STILL RAINING. WHY IS IT STILL RAINING? sta • 13 | eva • 8 | str • 1 | wis • 15 |arc • 7 | acc • 9 |
12 Jun 2022, 23:00
eyes blue like the atlantic
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Driven forward by a light breeze, a few strands of blond hair tickled her face and with a soft smile, she gently tucked them behind her ear knowing it wouldn't take long for them to escape again. The sun was hiding behind the thick clouds from which little snowflakes appeared, as Elizaveta continued her walk around the grounds. The snow that descended from the sky gave the girl a calm feeling like it was just her and the snow. As if there was not another single soul in the world and she was the main character of the story. With every step she took, she could hear the snow crunch under her feet and the purple skirt, whose colour matched that of her shoes, would slightly show from under her thick winter coat.
Her original plan to try to find the wind spirit on whose lands Durmstrang was built according to the rumours Eliza believed wouldn't be fulfilled today, as the day took a different turn. Completely lost in her mind, the girl had been too distracted to notice another student flying around the grounds. The daydream about her meeting the mysterious wind spirit didn't help Elizaveta to notice the flying student that suddenly appeared from behind curve. Fast flying people and a distracted daydreaming Eliza didn't go well together, something which had already been proven during her first visit to Hogwarts. Having faced the opposite side from where the white-black haired flyer had come from, the girl was horrified as a sudden force caused her to lose balance and fall to the ground. She tried to figure out what had smashed her to the ground and looked around anxiously. Maybe it had been the wind spirit?
To Eliza's disappointment, it turned out to be just another stupid student who was too blind to watch where they were going. Wanting to get a better look at the other student, Elizabeth tried to sit up straight on the cold ground but the pain in her back stopped her from doing so. Exactly where the student had crashed into her was a stabbing pain and she quickly reached for the hurting spot. She had had worse injuries but it still was no pleasure to feel the pain and it could be seen on the girl's face, which expressed the pain she was feeling. Even though she was hurting, Elizaveta was worried for the other student. "Are you okay?" she asked, still half laying on the cold ground.