30 Jan 2019, 20:16
The Hobbledehoy
@Cecilia Deux-Le
Jesse wasn't one to want to be secluded too often, especially in a place so wondrous and new in her eyes, but the Small Hall was a near perfect place to keep in mind when she wanted to get away from excitement. It was small indeed compared to the Great Hall, in size and popularity, but it was still very charming in it's own way. There was a fireplace that raged enough that she knew to keep her distance, despite to protective ledge and the yearning to get away from the cold. Above the mantle were paintings of the great wizards of Hogwarts and the wizarding world; Jesse was still trying to get use to seeing moving pictures, since they seemed to be everywhere but the muggle world.
As she gazed up she wondered if she would be able to get a magic photo of her family one day, without them going ballistic. One portrait caught her eye, the one of Albus Dumbledore. She'd heard stories of him and he was truly inspiring, so inspiring, actually, that she wanted to be as great as him. The current headmaster was alright but Jesse hadn't heard too much about him yet. She'd only seen him really during dinner and sometimes wondering the halls.
For a moment Jesse just stood there, wondering if she should go back to the Common Room or something equally less interesting. She hadn't really made any good friends yet, as in the ones who she could talk to about anything and do anything with. Most people she'd spoken to were on the 'hello' and 'do you have extra ink I can borrow' level.
Speaking of ink, Jesse reached into her satchel and took out the piece of parchment she'd been scratching away at. Her handwriting, usually neat and cute was now little more than chicken scratch and a few legible letters. Writing with a quill, especially for her first time, was painstakingly difficult for Jesse and she knew that more than one of her professors were looking down grimly at her homework.
"I really need to work on this," she sighed, biting her lip. She got out her supplies and sat down in a nearby armchair, setting her things down a table. It was quiet, despite the fact that people would have to walk through the Small Hall to get into the Great Hall, but she guessed that it was because there was some time before one of the eating hours. Jesse began scratching away near the crackling fire.
Jesse wasn't one to want to be secluded too often, especially in a place so wondrous and new in her eyes, but the Small Hall was a near perfect place to keep in mind when she wanted to get away from excitement. It was small indeed compared to the Great Hall, in size and popularity, but it was still very charming in it's own way. There was a fireplace that raged enough that she knew to keep her distance, despite to protective ledge and the yearning to get away from the cold. Above the mantle were paintings of the great wizards of Hogwarts and the wizarding world; Jesse was still trying to get use to seeing moving pictures, since they seemed to be everywhere but the muggle world.
As she gazed up she wondered if she would be able to get a magic photo of her family one day, without them going ballistic. One portrait caught her eye, the one of Albus Dumbledore. She'd heard stories of him and he was truly inspiring, so inspiring, actually, that she wanted to be as great as him. The current headmaster was alright but Jesse hadn't heard too much about him yet. She'd only seen him really during dinner and sometimes wondering the halls.
For a moment Jesse just stood there, wondering if she should go back to the Common Room or something equally less interesting. She hadn't really made any good friends yet, as in the ones who she could talk to about anything and do anything with. Most people she'd spoken to were on the 'hello' and 'do you have extra ink I can borrow' level.
Speaking of ink, Jesse reached into her satchel and took out the piece of parchment she'd been scratching away at. Her handwriting, usually neat and cute was now little more than chicken scratch and a few legible letters. Writing with a quill, especially for her first time, was painstakingly difficult for Jesse and she knew that more than one of her professors were looking down grimly at her homework.
"I really need to work on this," she sighed, biting her lip. She got out her supplies and sat down in a nearby armchair, setting her things down a table. It was quiet, despite the fact that people would have to walk through the Small Hall to get into the Great Hall, but she guessed that it was because there was some time before one of the eating hours. Jesse began scratching away near the crackling fire.
1 Feb 2019, 10:27
The Hobbledehoy
Cecilia was confused, he had walked for fifteen minutes to get to the Small hall, but he couldn’t seem to find it. Why in the world a school have to has 142 staircases, a bunch of moving staircases and vanishing steps? Whatever it is, he is confused.
“Yes!!” Cecilia said as he feels the bump on the wall (Braille label) that said SMALL HALL with some direction instruction underneath it.
About the reason why he had to find the Small hall? Well…. He lost his schedule paper and now he doesn’t know if he has classes to attend and he really doesn’t want to miss anything. The last place he could thinks of where he had lost his schedule was the Small hall. He remembers that he had take a little break before going to Charm class, he had sit there near the fireplace…
“God please! I hope I didn’t drop it into the fireplace!” As he hurried his pace, Cecilia realized that there is a person was sitting there, focusing on something, and lonely, he could feel her loneliness, he couldn't the urge to become her friend, to stop her loneliness.
“Hello! Uh.. I’m Cecilia” Cecilia awkwardly introduced himself and smiles.
“Yes!!” Cecilia said as he feels the bump on the wall (Braille label) that said SMALL HALL with some direction instruction underneath it.
About the reason why he had to find the Small hall? Well…. He lost his schedule paper and now he doesn’t know if he has classes to attend and he really doesn’t want to miss anything. The last place he could thinks of where he had lost his schedule was the Small hall. He remembers that he had take a little break before going to Charm class, he had sit there near the fireplace…
“God please! I hope I didn’t drop it into the fireplace!” As he hurried his pace, Cecilia realized that there is a person was sitting there, focusing on something, and lonely, he could feel her loneliness, he couldn't the urge to become her friend, to stop her loneliness.
“Hello! Uh.. I’m Cecilia” Cecilia awkwardly introduced himself and smiles.