30 Jun 2018, 00:50
Cat & Bird
Per aspera ad astra.
Through travail, to the stars. From the look that Cel could read on Eris's face, she had certainly gone through her share of hardship-- she could only hope for the young Gryffindor-- could she call her her friend yet?-- that her fingertips might be in reach of the celestial. She gave a sad smile at the anguished expression, an expression that spoke of drama, broken bonds, and grief over what might be lost.
Windstone, a very interesting person. "I wouldn't dream of it," the girl replied primly. "Though I suppose it's a little unavoidable sometimes, seeing as she's in the same house and I do complete homework in the study room sometimes." Perhaps that was not important, but Eris's tone was somber; serious. There exists a word she thought of to describe it. The word is not an adjective, but a noun. Might you know what it means, reader? The word is harbinger. Her tone exemplified a harbinger.
Certainly there were more on the happenings of the school, more particular to the story, Cel knew, but she would not force her to speak of it when it was clearly causing her pain. She could ask someone else, one of the names mentioned in the story-- after all, Cel was reasonably sure she might be the only person in the entire school who wasn't clear on what exactly was going on. At last she wasn't involved... better to stay under the radar, completely unnoticed... safe. Safe and sound.
Pointedly she noticed, in the way that only she could notice something pointedly, that Eris had cast a glance at her parchment. She could catch the signs of one's wish to leave, signs that were really not uncommon around one such as herself, Cel who could convince people fully and completely that she was a maniac if she wanted to. Yes, life was good to her like that.
"I do wish you more luck," she murmured softly, not caring if it might be audible or inaudible. Tomorrow aurora would come early as usual, and there were more things she needed to attend to. Wishing one luck was a way to end a letter. A letter was a side of a conversation, of course, but she could read her exit well enough without words to express it. With a dip of the head, her tangled hair falling like dyed silk over her shoulders, she rose, not meeting her gaze as usual, and clutched at her belongings. Just because it seemed in order, and also just because she wanted to try it out, the girl gave a small mournful inclining of her spine, as if to say, thank you and apologies.
With a sigh and a touch of her heel against her opposing ankle, Cel made her way toward the door of the Study Room, turning her head slightly to look back at Eris as she swung the door open. A proffered smile, tentative and hesitant, and then she was gone.
And then she was gone.
Reducio
-Terminus-