Post by Rayeden Amywiel on Jun 9, 2005 23:35:00 GMT
"Rayeden! They're here!"
"What?!"
"Rayeden help me! I didn't do it, I swear!"
"Alice, Run! Get out of here, NOW!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"NO!" Rayeden Selene Amywiel screamed as she awoke with a jolt, drenched in sweat. She looked around wildly, realizing that she was in her rented room at a cheap hotel, not the place of her worst reoccurring nightmare.
Grabbing her wristwatch from the nightstand, she looked at it and was informed that it was 4:00 in the morning. Sighing, she decided she might as well get out of bed, since she knew that sleep would not come to her again.
The nightmares were common; all of her dreams were about the past events of the life that screwed her over, not wanting to stay in her past and be forgotten.
Even though in effort to forget, she left the continent where it all occurred, which is why the 23 year old American witch transferred from America's Ministry of Magic to this one in the first place. To start completely over. Tabula Rasa.
She headed over to the small bathroom and looked in the mirror wearily. Her short, platinum blonde hair that reached the nape of her neck and sat usually in a spiked fashion, currently suffered a severe case of Bed Head; her normally bright olive green eyes looked pale and sickly, and dark bags hung below them. Her pale skin looked worse than before, making the normally light caramel freckles that powdered her nose and cheekbones seem dark and out-of-place.
"You really should get more sleep dearie! You look like Death warmed over!" the mirror commented.
Rayeden just gave a grim smile and went about freshening up.
When she exited the room with her belongings, she was wearing a long black skirt, a burgandy sweater and a pair of black high heels.
Though she despised wearing high heels and skirts, she had to look halfway decent for her interview to work in the Ministry of Magic (or so she kept convincing herself).
It was now 6:55 (she took a reeeeally long shower), and Rayeden headed toward the lobby where the letter she recieved a week before told her an Ministry of Magic employee will be waiting to take her to the Ministry at 8:00. Since she still had about an hour left of free time, she went to the diner for a bite, then checked herself out. It was now 7:50, and all she had to do was wait.
"What?!"
"Rayeden help me! I didn't do it, I swear!"
"Alice, Run! Get out of here, NOW!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"NO!" Rayeden Selene Amywiel screamed as she awoke with a jolt, drenched in sweat. She looked around wildly, realizing that she was in her rented room at a cheap hotel, not the place of her worst reoccurring nightmare.
Grabbing her wristwatch from the nightstand, she looked at it and was informed that it was 4:00 in the morning. Sighing, she decided she might as well get out of bed, since she knew that sleep would not come to her again.
The nightmares were common; all of her dreams were about the past events of the life that screwed her over, not wanting to stay in her past and be forgotten.
Even though in effort to forget, she left the continent where it all occurred, which is why the 23 year old American witch transferred from America's Ministry of Magic to this one in the first place. To start completely over. Tabula Rasa.
She headed over to the small bathroom and looked in the mirror wearily. Her short, platinum blonde hair that reached the nape of her neck and sat usually in a spiked fashion, currently suffered a severe case of Bed Head; her normally bright olive green eyes looked pale and sickly, and dark bags hung below them. Her pale skin looked worse than before, making the normally light caramel freckles that powdered her nose and cheekbones seem dark and out-of-place.
"You really should get more sleep dearie! You look like Death warmed over!" the mirror commented.
Rayeden just gave a grim smile and went about freshening up.
When she exited the room with her belongings, she was wearing a long black skirt, a burgandy sweater and a pair of black high heels.
Though she despised wearing high heels and skirts, she had to look halfway decent for her interview to work in the Ministry of Magic (or so she kept convincing herself).
It was now 6:55 (she took a reeeeally long shower), and Rayeden headed toward the lobby where the letter she recieved a week before told her an Ministry of Magic employee will be waiting to take her to the Ministry at 8:00. Since she still had about an hour left of free time, she went to the diner for a bite, then checked herself out. It was now 7:50, and all she had to do was wait.
