Post by Ondrea on Oct 1, 2005 16:09:13 GMT
As usual, Ondrea had spent the most of the night tossing and turning, hoping to at least get one hour of un-disturbed sleep, but no, not for her. Finally she gave-up, sneaking out of her common room, with none other then her back-pack, that she brought everywhere with her.
The tall slight, pale girl, walked down towards Hogsmeade. Her black thick hair, was done up in a messy bun, a few strands loose. She wore a black and red element shirt, and a pair of dickie pants, with her normal chains attached to the pockets. Her eyes no longer needed her heavy black eye-liner, there were natural black bags under her eyes.
As Ondrea walked down the street, she wondered why she chose to go here of all places. Looking up at the dark sky, that looked empty, except for a few stars that managed to peek out, and the faded image of the moon. Fog filled the air, as the wind whispered in the cool breeze. The streets looked completely abandoned, it was oddly silent, apart from the screeches and hisses from a few stray cats. Ondrea was surprised she hadn't fallen on her face it was so dark, the only thing lighting her way was the light coming from the window, the window of the three broomsticks, her destination... well at least she decided now it was her destination, seeing that all the other shops were closed, obviously.
Reaching out her cold hand, she quietly opened the door to the three broomsticks, to find the dimly lit shop, completely empty, except for an old man, a bar-tender no doubt. Ondrea took a step in, she did not need to close the door behind her, it slammed behind her with the whisper of the wind. Taking a quick glance behind her, she walked up to the bar-tender, and ordered herself a butterbeer.
Taking a seat down at a booth, right near a window, she stared out into the abandoned streets. Pressing the goblet to her lips, she took a quick sip of the cold beverage, a smile appearing, she hadn't had a butterbeer for a while now, and it was so nice to remember the sweet taste.
Yawning, she continued staring out the window, looking at the odd cat, or even that strange person who seemed to be creeping about, as she took a sip of her drink every here and there. Who would be out here at this time of night...
The tall slight, pale girl, walked down towards Hogsmeade. Her black thick hair, was done up in a messy bun, a few strands loose. She wore a black and red element shirt, and a pair of dickie pants, with her normal chains attached to the pockets. Her eyes no longer needed her heavy black eye-liner, there were natural black bags under her eyes.
As Ondrea walked down the street, she wondered why she chose to go here of all places. Looking up at the dark sky, that looked empty, except for a few stars that managed to peek out, and the faded image of the moon. Fog filled the air, as the wind whispered in the cool breeze. The streets looked completely abandoned, it was oddly silent, apart from the screeches and hisses from a few stray cats. Ondrea was surprised she hadn't fallen on her face it was so dark, the only thing lighting her way was the light coming from the window, the window of the three broomsticks, her destination... well at least she decided now it was her destination, seeing that all the other shops were closed, obviously.
Reaching out her cold hand, she quietly opened the door to the three broomsticks, to find the dimly lit shop, completely empty, except for an old man, a bar-tender no doubt. Ondrea took a step in, she did not need to close the door behind her, it slammed behind her with the whisper of the wind. Taking a quick glance behind her, she walked up to the bar-tender, and ordered herself a butterbeer.
Taking a seat down at a booth, right near a window, she stared out into the abandoned streets. Pressing the goblet to her lips, she took a quick sip of the cold beverage, a smile appearing, she hadn't had a butterbeer for a while now, and it was so nice to remember the sweet taste.
Yawning, she continued staring out the window, looking at the odd cat, or even that strange person who seemed to be creeping about, as she took a sip of her drink every here and there. Who would be out here at this time of night...
