11 May 2023, 00:20
Peace and Serenity
Date: April 30th, 2023
Time: 12:30pm
Speech: Speech
Thoughts: Thoughts
Interactions:@Tristan Theramin
Time: 12:30pm
Speech: Speech
Thoughts: Thoughts
Interactions:@Tristan Theramin
Spring had made its appearance around Hogwarts. The early morning started dreary, the light gray clouds drifted by lazily. Hiding the sun from all that wanted to welcome it. The humid air that wafted through the grounds of Hogwarts seemed to leave a bit of condensation on the glass pane windows. As the morning grew into the afternoon the clouds darkened a bit more. Allowing a drizzle of rain to grace the grounds. Surprising most students who may have been out and about on this dreary Sunday.
As the rain graced the ground the courtyard seemed to clear quickly leaving a few students straggling behind. The rain danced upon the fountain that rested in the center of the courtyard. While the rain cascaded down in front of the opened archways that stood above the cobble ground. As the rain continued to pour down from the dreary gray sky. All seemed a hit quite besides a few birds singing their sweet melody.
Walking through the archway was Alana her fiery red hair swayed back and forth gently, her sea-foam blue eyes seemed to sparkle with her usual radiant warmth of joy. While it was the weekend the girl decided to wear a casual outfit for the day which consisted of an ash gray T-shirt tucked into her denim blue skinny jeans while the young girl also had her over the shoulder tawny brown satchel holding her books in it.
As Alana continued to walk around the courtyard Archways the soft click of her black loafers seemed to clatter softly against the cool cobble ground. The gentle pitter patter of the rain continued to drum across the courtyard dancing upon the fountain. Taking a moment Alana stopped at the entrance of the archway gazing out across the courtyard examining the serenity that surrounded her.
The peaceful pitter patter of the rain was serene to the fiery red haired girl. The sweet scent of the fresh rain wafted through the air with a hint of the fresh blooming flowers that resided around the courtyard that just started blooming. The humid air seemed to cling softly to Alana’s sun kissed tone skin, making a few strands of her fiery red hair cling to the sides of her face. The warm humid air drifted by softly making the raindrops dance in a graceful manner. The day was ever so peaceful even though it was an extremely dreary one at that. Alana seemed to not mind though as the young Gryffindor stood taking in the serenity around her in silence enjoying herself slightly. Not seeming to have a care in the world, Alana was at peace with nature for the time being.
𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒟𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓁𝑒 "We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are." -Sirius Black.
15 Jun 2023, 04:08
Peace and Serenity
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4/30/2023Peace and Serenity
Tristan stepped quietly into the rain, allowing the drops to saturate his suit, making no sound. He breathed in once, quickly, a sharp breath, like one of a desperate man. He stepped onto the cobblestone floor of the courtyard, his feet stepping forward, one at a time. He stepped out, forgetting to notice anyone that may have been outside and allowed himself to sway in the rain. The sky was grey, but he enjoyed it that way. He closed his eyes, raising his arms into the air, ninety degrees against his body, one at a time, his hands delicately placed like ones of dancers. He counts an imagined beat in his head and begins to dance as if no one was there. He pirouettes in the rain, allowing the sleekness of stone to spin him further and faster, almost as if he didn't care to be hurt, didn't care to slip, and didn't care to fall. Perhaps, he indeed was seeking these things albeit unconsciously. He pauses and transitions into a grand jete, a jump across the floor. He pours his passion into an audience of none, pouring his deep desperation into something he can control, and something that required perfection. He dances with fervour, a wave of anger against the fates filling him. These emotions are back again after what happened last year but Tristan will not let it be something that debilitates him to catatonia. His pain turns into a dance of a black swan instead of one that harms himself. Perhaps that is all the comfort he has, that pain can be turned into an artwork, though he blames himself still. He dances until he cannot any more, breathing hard into the air as if expelling the dark from inside his heart, sits upon the cobblestone ground and lets the cool of the rain numb anything else from sight or feeling once more.