Post by Teagan on Nov 27, 2005 22:54:59 GMT
A chilly gust blew through the air, and broke some crumble leaves free of their hold onto the tree which they had grown from. Other plants had also stopped the hasty, useful life-giving process they had used in their quick, weedy growth through spring and over summer. Now, they would be storing energy in their roots and in their trunks or stems that they would use to survive the winter. After the first snowfall, the only trees likely to continue growing were the evergreen trees due to the fact that their needles would be used for insulation in the cold.
It's amazing, quietly thought Teagan walking down the slightly curvy path to Hogsmeade, how nature has all of these things, and we simply substitute them for our daily lives. After all, humans used coats for insulation, climbing tools to go up cliffs, electricity for lightning, and clothes for fur were things often mimicked from nature. Usually, muggles were the ones to use most of these things, as witches and wizards were usually lazy enough to just use magic for all of their needs. Why would magical beings bother with creativity if they had all of their needs in a small stick they always carried around? Normally, they didn't.
This odd way of life was rather interesting. This continuous urge for growth and strength along with such use of creativity that muggles used was probably one of the things that helped them to so easily out-populate the magical people. Witches and wizards tended to be careless with such things in their life since they had everything they needed. Then, there were some occasional attacks by "dark" magical people, and they were usually the more inventive kinds of people because they continued to work hard with their ambitions. Other wizards and witches had little reason to bother with such effort; it would seem that everything was already their control, so what did they have to strive for? What was their challenge in life? Supposedly, the things that didn't kill you only made you stronger; the more things that knocked you down made it easier for you to continue getting up walking; you grew stronger with each obstacle you surpassed blocking your way.
Teagan's elegant fingers came out of her fingerless gloves, and they quietly hung by the sides of her jeans. The only time cold really bother her was when her fingers would thicken and cramp; she greatly preferred it when they were much more agile and flexible. After all, they were some of the humans' most useful tools, and the most often used as well. Without fingers, what would the humans be able to create their substitutions for nature with? Their toes?
Today, she was wearing one of her slightly thicker black shirts with long sleeves. The tips of her shirt sleeves trailed down to the middle of the back of her hands, the opposites of her palms. She may not have been disturbed by the temperature too much, but walking from Magic Horizons to Hogsmeade would be fine with her dressed like this because you probably wouldn't want to go camping in these clothes; it was a short trip, after all, and she wouldn't have to be dressed up like she was in Antarctica.
Her legs could easily become the coldest part of her body, but she was fortunate that there was no wind to slip through her jeans; generally, that wasn't very fun. Her shoes were the gray ones she typically wore: simple and regular muggle shoes; she thought it was a waste to just spend a lot of money on shoes she only wore to walk around with. It wasn't as if she had a lot of cash, anyway.
Then, Teagan calmly walked into the wizarding village of Hogsmeade, and she quickly noticed that there were some burn marks on the buildings and several shops were closed down. Of course, it would also seem that Hogsmeade was far less crowded than how you'd normally see it. Quizzically, the Ravenclaw came to a pause in her steps and silently glanced around. This was odd. The few times she had actually come here before, there were many more people around. Actually, the last time had come had been during the previous school year when Aylen had thought Aidana tampered with his butterbeer, and he had used the Finite Incantatum Charm on it; of course, he had failed and caused his originally un-charmed drink into a sickly purple color. Seth had also been with them, though he was probably the more passive member of the group; Aidana and Teagan were the ones who had... "convinced" Aylen to drink it.
Now, Hogsmeade was nearly abandoned. The Prefect wasn't wearing her badge, today, and could easily pass as a muggle, if not for her abnormal eye color. She carefully walked into the village and stopped at one of the places that was still actually open and in working order: the Three Broomsticks. Seeing as there wasn't anywhere else that she could really go, she stepped inside the lonesome store.
It's amazing, quietly thought Teagan walking down the slightly curvy path to Hogsmeade, how nature has all of these things, and we simply substitute them for our daily lives. After all, humans used coats for insulation, climbing tools to go up cliffs, electricity for lightning, and clothes for fur were things often mimicked from nature. Usually, muggles were the ones to use most of these things, as witches and wizards were usually lazy enough to just use magic for all of their needs. Why would magical beings bother with creativity if they had all of their needs in a small stick they always carried around? Normally, they didn't.
This odd way of life was rather interesting. This continuous urge for growth and strength along with such use of creativity that muggles used was probably one of the things that helped them to so easily out-populate the magical people. Witches and wizards tended to be careless with such things in their life since they had everything they needed. Then, there were some occasional attacks by "dark" magical people, and they were usually the more inventive kinds of people because they continued to work hard with their ambitions. Other wizards and witches had little reason to bother with such effort; it would seem that everything was already their control, so what did they have to strive for? What was their challenge in life? Supposedly, the things that didn't kill you only made you stronger; the more things that knocked you down made it easier for you to continue getting up walking; you grew stronger with each obstacle you surpassed blocking your way.
Teagan's elegant fingers came out of her fingerless gloves, and they quietly hung by the sides of her jeans. The only time cold really bother her was when her fingers would thicken and cramp; she greatly preferred it when they were much more agile and flexible. After all, they were some of the humans' most useful tools, and the most often used as well. Without fingers, what would the humans be able to create their substitutions for nature with? Their toes?
Today, she was wearing one of her slightly thicker black shirts with long sleeves. The tips of her shirt sleeves trailed down to the middle of the back of her hands, the opposites of her palms. She may not have been disturbed by the temperature too much, but walking from Magic Horizons to Hogsmeade would be fine with her dressed like this because you probably wouldn't want to go camping in these clothes; it was a short trip, after all, and she wouldn't have to be dressed up like she was in Antarctica.
Her legs could easily become the coldest part of her body, but she was fortunate that there was no wind to slip through her jeans; generally, that wasn't very fun. Her shoes were the gray ones she typically wore: simple and regular muggle shoes; she thought it was a waste to just spend a lot of money on shoes she only wore to walk around with. It wasn't as if she had a lot of cash, anyway.
Then, Teagan calmly walked into the wizarding village of Hogsmeade, and she quickly noticed that there were some burn marks on the buildings and several shops were closed down. Of course, it would also seem that Hogsmeade was far less crowded than how you'd normally see it. Quizzically, the Ravenclaw came to a pause in her steps and silently glanced around. This was odd. The few times she had actually come here before, there were many more people around. Actually, the last time had come had been during the previous school year when Aylen had thought Aidana tampered with his butterbeer, and he had used the Finite Incantatum Charm on it; of course, he had failed and caused his originally un-charmed drink into a sickly purple color. Seth had also been with them, though he was probably the more passive member of the group; Aidana and Teagan were the ones who had... "convinced" Aylen to drink it.
Now, Hogsmeade was nearly abandoned. The Prefect wasn't wearing her badge, today, and could easily pass as a muggle, if not for her abnormal eye color. She carefully walked into the village and stopped at one of the places that was still actually open and in working order: the Three Broomsticks. Seeing as there wasn't anywhere else that she could really go, she stepped inside the lonesome store.