11 Dec 2023, 03:18
frail silence
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Early mornings was the rare joy still found in Miss Swann's life. The way it made everything look fresh and new, carefully muffling the sounds of the world to create a sense of peace and quiet instead. She needed that every once in a while; three days into the school year and Hogwarts was already practically a pandemonium where the students were forced to spend an abundance of time together.
It was ironic, how she was escaping from what she originally yearned for. After being so accustomed to solitary and silence growing up, Hogwarts sounded like a pleasing experience. How many friends will she have? Now the only question seemed to be will she even have friends. Her maturity and just felt out of place, the reason quite obvious but also one she'd continue to ignore.
Her brilliant white hair was tied daintily with a black silk ribbon, swaying slightly as she strode down the hallway, ancient tiles creaking under her glass shoes every now and then. The snake typically kept to her spots; sitting primly along the relatively empty side of the Slytherin table. It everything was it's usual pace then she would have this breakfast in total silence, apart from the clatter of silverware; but today appeared to hold a different plan. Too long had it been since she stared at the waffles with strawberry jam on her plate, the memory of the sorting flooding back to her. As anxious as that night began, the surprising pleasure filled her heart all the same. She'd turned to her plate, a smile gracing her lips as she busily tipped a can of tuna into Poseidon's waiting mouth, just to feel someone slip into the seat beside her.
However long the frail silence shall last...