Post by Aidana Hawkins on Dec 25, 2005 19:45:24 GMT
A frigid breeze blew across the top of the Lake. The small waves which usually adorned the deep blue water were gone, instead replaced with a covering of ice. There was a light dusting of snow upon the ice, making it look frosted, utterly beautiful. The full moon above her glowed with a special radience, as if something about this night was special. Even the Forbidden Forest, which was so near, looked majestic tonight. The silvery light bathed everything around in bright luminescence.
Looking down into the ice, she saw her own reflection. It seemed as if the moon had taken a special effect on her also. Her skin looked very pale, as if the light had given it an ethereal glow. She tilted her head and a small smile appeared on her face. Another breeze bew by and she shivered. What in her right mind had posessed her to come here at this time of night. It was Christmas, she was supposed to be at the ball with the rest of the school, whiling all her cares away.
Aidana leaned back on the boulder she was sitting on and looked off in the distance on the other side of the lake. Just a short while ago, she had every intention of going to the Ball. She was up in Gryffindor Tower, getting ready. Aidana had looked in the mirror and bit her lip at the reflection which stared back at her.
She had donned a filmy ivory dress, which just came off the shoulder and down just below her knees. It wasn't remotely Christmas-y, but she figured that she had enough red in her hair and green in her eyes to pass it off. A matching wrap completed the dress. She had thrown it across her shoulders, and brushed her hair away from her face. Tonight, somehow, she had managed to get it to fall in soft curls. Smiling wryly, she checked in the mirror one last time before leaving the Tower.
At the rock, Aidana pulled her wrap tighter as the chill began to set in. It was somewhere in between the Tower and the Dance Hall, in which something had pulled her outside. At this point, she couldn't tell what. It was an inexplicable feeling that she had to be here. Not just here, outside, but here. That was odd enough, and she knew she couldn't be disappointed when nothing happened. Yet, she was all the same.
Aidana knew that she should've been getting back to the castle, or risk being frozen. As if to remind her, a strong gust of wind threatened to steal her wrap away. It was then when she noticed that the moon was gone. She looked up to see that the clouds had covered her only source of light, but things had not gotten dark. Her face took on a frown as she looked around to find that everything still had that radience.
Tonight, it seemed, as if Nature was out to confuse her, trick her even. Soft snow began to fall all around her, which would've ushered any other person to go in. Though not Aidana, she stayed where she was, letting the intricate white flakes fall upon her. They lodged in her hair, adding a pale white to the flaming red.
She should've gone in, but once again Aidana simply didn't feel like it. She only pulled out her wand and put her hands around the tip. "Inflamare," she whispered, and a small orange flame appeared in her hands, warming her as best it could.
Looking down into the ice, she saw her own reflection. It seemed as if the moon had taken a special effect on her also. Her skin looked very pale, as if the light had given it an ethereal glow. She tilted her head and a small smile appeared on her face. Another breeze bew by and she shivered. What in her right mind had posessed her to come here at this time of night. It was Christmas, she was supposed to be at the ball with the rest of the school, whiling all her cares away.
Aidana leaned back on the boulder she was sitting on and looked off in the distance on the other side of the lake. Just a short while ago, she had every intention of going to the Ball. She was up in Gryffindor Tower, getting ready. Aidana had looked in the mirror and bit her lip at the reflection which stared back at her.
She had donned a filmy ivory dress, which just came off the shoulder and down just below her knees. It wasn't remotely Christmas-y, but she figured that she had enough red in her hair and green in her eyes to pass it off. A matching wrap completed the dress. She had thrown it across her shoulders, and brushed her hair away from her face. Tonight, somehow, she had managed to get it to fall in soft curls. Smiling wryly, she checked in the mirror one last time before leaving the Tower.
At the rock, Aidana pulled her wrap tighter as the chill began to set in. It was somewhere in between the Tower and the Dance Hall, in which something had pulled her outside. At this point, she couldn't tell what. It was an inexplicable feeling that she had to be here. Not just here, outside, but here. That was odd enough, and she knew she couldn't be disappointed when nothing happened. Yet, she was all the same.
Aidana knew that she should've been getting back to the castle, or risk being frozen. As if to remind her, a strong gust of wind threatened to steal her wrap away. It was then when she noticed that the moon was gone. She looked up to see that the clouds had covered her only source of light, but things had not gotten dark. Her face took on a frown as she looked around to find that everything still had that radience.
Tonight, it seemed, as if Nature was out to confuse her, trick her even. Soft snow began to fall all around her, which would've ushered any other person to go in. Though not Aidana, she stayed where she was, letting the intricate white flakes fall upon her. They lodged in her hair, adding a pale white to the flaming red.
She should've gone in, but once again Aidana simply didn't feel like it. She only pulled out her wand and put her hands around the tip. "Inflamare," she whispered, and a small orange flame appeared in her hands, warming her as best it could.
Thankies Sealla!!
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