Post by Teagan on Dec 17, 2005 23:17:32 GMT
It was Christmas morning. Yet, it was a very early Christmas morning as Teagan awoke. Purposely, she had gone to bed early the previous night, Christmas Eve. After all, nothing had been needing her attention, and most of the students had been pleasantly jabbering on and chatting about what might have been awaiting them in the morning. They were talking about who they gotten stuff for, mistletoe, and other useless gibberish. It was a waste of time to her, and she was expecting no gifts; this would be her second lonesome Christmas.
Mistletoe was something she had specifically been avoiding after she had noticed them hanging under various, and plentiful, doorways. Of course, it was unlikely that anyone would want to kiss her. After all, she didn't consider herself pretty in any way, and didn't care what anyone else thought and stubbornly ignored their complementing words. Still, some people just liked to kiss; she had never kissed before, and continued to have no intention of doing so. She didn't like people too much, anymore. Especially around Christmas; they tended to be unbearable.
Teagan wasn't expecting presents. Everything that was now given to her was generally useless, and those that knew what she liked were deceased. Since their deaths, her preferences had changed, and she had become wiser. After all, if everything really was as balanced as it seemed, then you lost your happiness, innocence, and purity with your gain of experience. Like a scar, her mental gash had begun to heal, but without much sensitivity or feeling. Unfortunately, the slice had been so deep that she had yet to completely be cured. Now, she was lying on a slender thread; she could easily tip one way or another when it came to important decisions. Decisions about what you wanted to choose when it came to picking sides; she might have been strong, but she was also delicate.
The prefect's silky red hair gently trailed her figure as she quietly arised from her dorm bed. She really didn't want to be there when her classmates were to awaken. In the darkness, having gotten out her clothing the previous night, she grabbed the garments and traveled downstairs; she hadn't noticed a feline lying beside her on her bed. Walking silently, she avoided some of the working house elves who had quickly tried to hide from view, went downstairs, through the common room, and into the girls' bathroom. There, she changed her clothes, brushed her hair, and put in her enchanted contacts; her wizarding family had terrible eyesight, so she had to use enchanted contacts in order to see color rather than have everything in black and white because of the trait she had inherited. Suddenly, her vision became much more detailed.
Eventually, she left the empty bathroom, and, already having her wand with her, walked out of the common room. The fourteen year old prefect looked older than she really was, but other students still tried to be on her "good side," not that she had much of one. Still, she wasn't going to bother looking to see if anyone had given her anything. If they had actually bothered, it wouldn't have appeased her, anyway. They didn't know her, and she didn't want them to. Thus, she had been quite quiet, avoidant, and not overly friendly in general; she didn't want people to like or care for her.
Actually, she thought it was quite ironic that the students weren't curious enough to ask why she was the way she was. People were like clay; through their lifetime, things molded them; also, the were easily molded when they were younger and wet, rather than when they were older and drier. Like clay, dealing with them dried out you hands and made them hurt. Like clay, Teagan didn't give damn about them.
After walking around the halls for quite some time, she had come to the Entrance Hall doors, the ones leading to the grounds. She supposed that she had been dressed warmly enough; she was wearing simple black jeans, black boots, black gloves, and a gray sweater. Normally, didn't dress in such neutral colors, but she didn't' have too many clothes made to deal with such snow; where she lived over the summer and before she came to Magic Horizons, it had never snowed so much. The most they had ever gotten there was a few insatiable inches. Here, a trail had been made to lead to various places around the school grounds and to Hogsmeade.
With a few soft crunches, the girl's boots gently stepped onto the dark snow. The sun wouldn't be rising for a few more hours, and she wouldn't waste her time waiting for the other students to show themselves. She began to wander along the curved trail had been created to go around the school, and silently folded her chilling arms.
Mistletoe was something she had specifically been avoiding after she had noticed them hanging under various, and plentiful, doorways. Of course, it was unlikely that anyone would want to kiss her. After all, she didn't consider herself pretty in any way, and didn't care what anyone else thought and stubbornly ignored their complementing words. Still, some people just liked to kiss; she had never kissed before, and continued to have no intention of doing so. She didn't like people too much, anymore. Especially around Christmas; they tended to be unbearable.
Teagan wasn't expecting presents. Everything that was now given to her was generally useless, and those that knew what she liked were deceased. Since their deaths, her preferences had changed, and she had become wiser. After all, if everything really was as balanced as it seemed, then you lost your happiness, innocence, and purity with your gain of experience. Like a scar, her mental gash had begun to heal, but without much sensitivity or feeling. Unfortunately, the slice had been so deep that she had yet to completely be cured. Now, she was lying on a slender thread; she could easily tip one way or another when it came to important decisions. Decisions about what you wanted to choose when it came to picking sides; she might have been strong, but she was also delicate.
The prefect's silky red hair gently trailed her figure as she quietly arised from her dorm bed. She really didn't want to be there when her classmates were to awaken. In the darkness, having gotten out her clothing the previous night, she grabbed the garments and traveled downstairs; she hadn't noticed a feline lying beside her on her bed. Walking silently, she avoided some of the working house elves who had quickly tried to hide from view, went downstairs, through the common room, and into the girls' bathroom. There, she changed her clothes, brushed her hair, and put in her enchanted contacts; her wizarding family had terrible eyesight, so she had to use enchanted contacts in order to see color rather than have everything in black and white because of the trait she had inherited. Suddenly, her vision became much more detailed.
Eventually, she left the empty bathroom, and, already having her wand with her, walked out of the common room. The fourteen year old prefect looked older than she really was, but other students still tried to be on her "good side," not that she had much of one. Still, she wasn't going to bother looking to see if anyone had given her anything. If they had actually bothered, it wouldn't have appeased her, anyway. They didn't know her, and she didn't want them to. Thus, she had been quite quiet, avoidant, and not overly friendly in general; she didn't want people to like or care for her.
Actually, she thought it was quite ironic that the students weren't curious enough to ask why she was the way she was. People were like clay; through their lifetime, things molded them; also, the were easily molded when they were younger and wet, rather than when they were older and drier. Like clay, dealing with them dried out you hands and made them hurt. Like clay, Teagan didn't give damn about them.
After walking around the halls for quite some time, she had come to the Entrance Hall doors, the ones leading to the grounds. She supposed that she had been dressed warmly enough; she was wearing simple black jeans, black boots, black gloves, and a gray sweater. Normally, didn't dress in such neutral colors, but she didn't' have too many clothes made to deal with such snow; where she lived over the summer and before she came to Magic Horizons, it had never snowed so much. The most they had ever gotten there was a few insatiable inches. Here, a trail had been made to lead to various places around the school grounds and to Hogsmeade.
With a few soft crunches, the girl's boots gently stepped onto the dark snow. The sun wouldn't be rising for a few more hours, and she wouldn't waste her time waiting for the other students to show themselves. She began to wander along the curved trail had been created to go around the school, and silently folded her chilling arms.