Chaos, meet calm
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XXXXX𝓐 small ripple disturbed the otherwise peaceful lake as a leaf landed gently on the surface. Autumn was coming to an end and so the trees that surrounded the lakes were slowly shedding the last of their leaves. Leaving the branches bare, ready to collect the small snowflakes that would soon start falling.
It was the start of December and Mylo had decided to, after finishing their homework for the day, come down to the lake and take some time for themselves. Under the surface it was likely a chaotic mess, but the top never admitted that fact, seemingly undisturbed by whatever it contained. It reminded Mylo of themselves, always trying to conceal the storm of thoughts that plagued their mind, hoping that others wouldn't see the chaos that lay beneath their calm demeanour.
Another small leaf found its way to the top of the lake, creating another small ripple and tempting the others to follow in it's path. It wouldn't be long until the lake would freeze over, trapping the chaos underneath a protective shell, letting it fester until it would be freed again at the end of the season.
Mesmerised by the serenity before them Mylo took out their sketchbook and one of their pencils, opening the book on their lap to a blank page, noting that they would soon have to buy a new one, and started sketching out the scene in front of them. Attempting to capture the feeling of calm that washed over him every time he looked up at the still lake before him.
The scratching sounds of their pencil filled the air around him, adding to the calm that seemed to surround him, luring Mylo into a sense of peace and calm. Slowly but surely a reflection of the sight in front of him started appearing on the paper, another little bit of Hogwarts that would not just be kept in their own memories.
𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐍, 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 ; 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. xx |
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| sta • 8 | eva • 7 | str • 5 You will grow strong wis • 10 | arc • 7 | acc • 8 | Perf. | Wand. | Calm. pres. In the softest way ability | ability | ability |
Chaos, meet calm
1st December, 2025 - @Mylo Atkins
Oonagh had received mail the previous weekends, or rather a bunch of it. A small homemade advent calendar and it felt a little odd to receive it via owl. She just could not imagine her parents finding their way to an owl post office and sending off parcels via owl. It just seemed impossible. She had heard her parents discuss the oddities of the world Oonagh had crashed them into plenty of times, hushed whispers when they thought Oonagh was unaware... which was often, even at the breakfast and dinner table. And with how often Oonagh sat there, headphones strapped across her curls and covering her ears, she honestly could not blame them. However with Spotify's ad breaks in-between songs, she would sometimes slide them off her ears in annoyance, not particularly keen on learning about the newest bath bombs at the drug store chains or even better, job advertisements.
So often Oonagh would catch bits of conversation, not that she cared about her parent's confusion and distrust of the magical education Oonagh was forced to attend, Oonagh herself judged said education plenty. It had more perks than a normal school would offer though and perhaps the teacher that had first showed up a year and a half ago, and she would still grow into this... magic thing she had been subjected to against her will.
She had opened the first of many parcels this morning and it had contained a few new gel pens with fun colours. She would find use of it surely. As of right now though, she was busy throwing rocks into the lake by the castle grounds. It was after all a quite fun way to pass time.
When she spotted a leaf floating on the lake's surface, she picked up a rock and aimed for what she had inwardly decided would be her target. The rock she had grabbed was a little bigger and heavier than the pebbles she had yeeted across the water's surface previously and thus she miscalculated - or did not fully care either, if she was being honest with the situation - the sheer splash the rock would make upon breaking the water's surface tension.
With a yelp she jumped back, as she herself was in the splash zone of a few droplets. Much worse affected, however, was someone else as she would soon find out...
| Oonagh Brown - Gryffindor - #A0522D | #5b7a56 - Semyon Reznikov - Durmstrang |
Sta: 10 | Eva: 10 | Str: 10 | Wis: 00 | Arc: 02 | Acc: 10(13) |
Sta: 10 | Eva: 10 | Str: 01 | Wis: 10 | Arc: 10 | Acc: 10 |
Chaos, meet calm
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XXXXX𝓣he drawing was coming along nicely, he had managed to finish off the sketch of the sight in front of him and had just started refining it. Darkening the lines and turning it into a drawing instead of a sketch, it was one of Mylo's favourite parts as it turned something messy into a coherent art piece and it was quite therapeutic and calming to them. At least that was the case until the previously calm water was disrupted.
Mylo didn't have any time to react as the remnants of a splash of water came towards them, not only soaking their left side but also landing on the drawing they had spent the last hour on. Watching as the water started soaking into the paper Mylo quickly got out their wand and cast the hot air charm on the paper in his lap, hoping that they had been quick enough to prevent any damage to the picture.
Unfortunately the water had already caused the graphite to start bleeding out, turning the once sharp lines into a jumbled grey mess. "Damn it!" Mylo mumbled to themselves, they had been quite pleased with how it was turning out and now they'd have to start again as there was no salvaging it. Sighing he resigned himself to the fact that it was just a lost cause, it had happened before and would very likely happen again, they just had to accept the situation and move on.
Realising their clothes were still quite wet from the water Mylo once again grabbed his wand, this time turning it round to himself and cast the hot air charm again, not wanting to stay outside in the cold while their clothes were soaked. As they did so though a flash of curly hair appeared in their peripheral vision, maybe another students who had come out for some peace and quiet as well?
𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐍, 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 ; 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. xx |
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| sta • 8 | eva • 7 | str • 5 You will grow strong wis • 10 | arc • 7 | acc • 8 | Perf. | Wand. | Calm. pres. In the softest way ability | ability | ability |