Clouds in the Courtyard
Maggie was on a bench in the courtyard, sitting quietly, watching the clouds float peacefully above her. She didn't know what she was doing there, it was in-between classes and she really should've been studying or making friends, not staring aimlessly at the sky, but here she was anyway.
It was a rather nice day out, fluffy white clouds interspersed throughout clear blue, sun shining, but not bright enough to get in your eyes. Maggie just sat there for a minute, taking great care to take even, slow breaths. She kicked her feet on the ground below the bench, making little dust clouds and throughly enjoying the feel of the earth beneath her shoes.
Kids were bustling all around, hurrying in every direction, like little bees off to find flowers. There were kids chatting and laughing, casting spells and playing gobstones, trading chocolate frog cards while they chatted about nothing in particular. It was peaceful, a kind of peace Maggie wasn't used to.
At her houses back in London, there was always something hanging over any interaction. Wether that be an argument Maggie and her mother had just had, or her father rushing from activity to activity because they only had the weekend. Even when they were all together, there was this tension that came with any pair of divorced parents, all the words left unsaid were clouding the air like smog.
Maggie wasn't used to having all the time in the world. It was strange, and a bit off putting. As if she has some place to be, something she had to do. But she didn't. She was in-between classes on a very nice day, and she was free to look up at the clouds with no inhibitions.
The clouds were very pretty. Since the wizarding world wasn't run on gas, the sky wasn't clogged with smoke. They swirled gently in the breeze, dancing across the sky in beautiful patterns. Maggi noticed no one else was looking at the sky. A shame, the sky was very pretty today.
She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, humming absentmindedly as her eyes tracked the clouds. She supposed she should be taking notes for divination, but she didn't really want to think about homework. She always wanted a fluffy white cat. Like that cloud. Someday she would get that cat. But today was not that day.
Maggie got up and brushed off her skirt, making her way to Charms class. She would be early, but she didn't really care.
Maybe she could tell the professor about the clouds.
It was a rather nice day out, fluffy white clouds interspersed throughout clear blue, sun shining, but not bright enough to get in your eyes. Maggie just sat there for a minute, taking great care to take even, slow breaths. She kicked her feet on the ground below the bench, making little dust clouds and throughly enjoying the feel of the earth beneath her shoes.
Kids were bustling all around, hurrying in every direction, like little bees off to find flowers. There were kids chatting and laughing, casting spells and playing gobstones, trading chocolate frog cards while they chatted about nothing in particular. It was peaceful, a kind of peace Maggie wasn't used to.
At her houses back in London, there was always something hanging over any interaction. Wether that be an argument Maggie and her mother had just had, or her father rushing from activity to activity because they only had the weekend. Even when they were all together, there was this tension that came with any pair of divorced parents, all the words left unsaid were clouding the air like smog.
Maggie wasn't used to having all the time in the world. It was strange, and a bit off putting. As if she has some place to be, something she had to do. But she didn't. She was in-between classes on a very nice day, and she was free to look up at the clouds with no inhibitions.
The clouds were very pretty. Since the wizarding world wasn't run on gas, the sky wasn't clogged with smoke. They swirled gently in the breeze, dancing across the sky in beautiful patterns. Maggi noticed no one else was looking at the sky. A shame, the sky was very pretty today.
She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, humming absentmindedly as her eyes tracked the clouds. She supposed she should be taking notes for divination, but she didn't really want to think about homework. She always wanted a fluffy white cat. Like that cloud. Someday she would get that cat. But today was not that day.
Maggie got up and brushed off her skirt, making her way to Charms class. She would be early, but she didn't really care.
Maybe she could tell the professor about the clouds.
Am I too soft or is the world too cruel?
Clouds in the Courtyard
Right outside the entrance to the school Enora was sitting, playing her viola. It was an old wooden viola-worn from use,but that made Enora love it even more. She had had that viola ever since her and her family were about to move to Alaska-then to Copley. She was playing a deep rich and calming melody-her fingers and bow moving without a thought. She was thinking about Antartica-where she had lived before moving to England-Where she had lived almost her whole life-Until now. Then she sighed-this was pointless,she had thought over this a hundred times before now and it wasn't changeing anything.I'd better get to class-I'll be early but if I keep this up I'll be late-Enora started to remove the shoulder rest,loosen the bow, and put away her viola and then -after climbing what felt like eight hundred stairs, quickly unbraiding and brushing out her hair(and then restyling it in a more professional manner),putting it away in her dorm room. After climbing up what felt like six hundred stairs, getting slightly lost while doing so(and asking like four students)-walked into class;Where suprisingly there was another girl- I thought that I was early-maybe I'm late? I don't reconize her!
Hello? Is this first year charms? Or am I in the wrong place?
Hello? Is this first year charms? Or am I in the wrong place?
DELEATING ACCOUNT
Clouds in the Courtyard
Irma tugged the sleeves of her robe down over her palms, and gripped the edges with her fingers. Her eyes wandered blissfully over the beautiful scenery in front of her, the sparkling lake, the small groups of students bunched under trees. It was so peaceful….
She heard a shout of laughter and looked over at a knot of maybe 6 friends, probably 3rd years. A short girl with curly hair was sprinting away from them, another girl on her tail. It was all harmless play, Irma knew, but the bushy-haired girl reminded her too much of her sister.
A muggle, she reminded herself. One of the biggest parts of a world she no longer truly belonged to.
Irma hugged her knees, rocking back and forth. She leant backward and lay on the ground, staring up at the clouds.
After a while, she noticed a girl a little way away, deep in thought. She was watching the clouds too. After a while, she got up and left.
She looked quite nice. Irma might like talking to her… maybe. She didn’t really want to talk to anyone, but she supposed she soon wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.
Making a split-second decision, Irma jumped up.
She’d catch up to this girl, talk to her.
Better than loneliness.
She heard a shout of laughter and looked over at a knot of maybe 6 friends, probably 3rd years. A short girl with curly hair was sprinting away from them, another girl on her tail. It was all harmless play, Irma knew, but the bushy-haired girl reminded her too much of her sister.
A muggle, she reminded herself. One of the biggest parts of a world she no longer truly belonged to.
Irma hugged her knees, rocking back and forth. She leant backward and lay on the ground, staring up at the clouds.
After a while, she noticed a girl a little way away, deep in thought. She was watching the clouds too. After a while, she got up and left.
She looked quite nice. Irma might like talking to her… maybe. She didn’t really want to talk to anyone, but she supposed she soon wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.
Making a split-second decision, Irma jumped up.
She’d catch up to this girl, talk to her.
Better than loneliness.