Post by Kenneth Stone on Dec 22, 2005 5:13:58 GMT
It was cold out...so cold that it got right down to your bones. You could feel the cold stabbing into the deepest part of your soul, freezing you to the core. That was unless you were wrapped in a seemingly endless amount of layers of clothing like Kenneth Stone was. Called Ken for short, the young boy of 15 was approaching Magic Horizons for the first time ever.
His feet, wrapped in three layers of supposedly warm, bulky socks covered by two different winter boots, trudged through the falling snow, leaving oversized footprints in their wake. Anybody that happened to come across the footprints might have thought that a half-giant had decended upon the school. This was not the case, however. Of average height, Ken was wrapped in five layers of clothing, ranging from a long-sleeved t-shirt at the bottom to an unbelievably bulky and eye-paining yellow down-feather winter coat on the outside. He wore two pairs of coverings on his fingers - a pair of thick, insulated gloves on the inside and a pair of purple, wool mittens on the outside.
Around his bottom he wore four pairs of pants, ranging from winter underwear underneath to a pair of bright red snow pants on the outside. Somewhere underneath all those layers, a young boy's head popped out from the top of his coat, revealing a face with smooth, light tan skin with a pair of thin, black-framed glasses laying across his nose. Behind those glasses was a pair of coffee cream colored eyes, partially covered by short black locks. On top of his head, Ken wore two different hats - a wool knitted cap underneath and an unbelievably ugly wool hunting cap on top. Ken seemed to mumble to himself through his two plaid scarves wrapped around his neck, his breath fogging up his glasses with every puff of exhaled air. A scowl crossed the boy's face, and he continued mumbling to himself.
"...Friggin' overprotective mother...too many layers...still cold...ugly as hell...laughing stock of the school..."
Finally, Ken reached the main entrance, only he didn't notice until it was too late. The boy's head slammed into the brass ring that served as the handle to the heavy oak door as his legs continued to attempt to carry him in his current direction. The boy swore to himself and attempted to rub his forehead through his thick coverings, but to no avail. Ken then fumbled for the door handle and leaned against the door, creaking it open slowly, letting some of the cold winter air inside with him. Several students near the door were startled and yelled at the newcomer to close the door quickly, then suddenly they began to laugh out loud. Ken then realized that he looked like he had been on the receiving end of a paintball target practice session.
Again, the boy cursed to himself and fumbled for his wand in his pocket, dropping it once before picking it up clumsily and managing to magically remove his outer layers, leaving him dressed in a pair of khaki cargo pants, a dark grey sweatshirt and a pair of bright red sneakers. The new student glared menacingly at the still-laughing students, then set his discarded items on fire with a wave of his wand and a mutter of his favorite spell, Incendio, then pocketed his wand and smoothed out his clothing. He had finally made it. He was here, in Magic Horizons. The boy exhaled heavily then took a look around to gauge his surroundings.
His feet, wrapped in three layers of supposedly warm, bulky socks covered by two different winter boots, trudged through the falling snow, leaving oversized footprints in their wake. Anybody that happened to come across the footprints might have thought that a half-giant had decended upon the school. This was not the case, however. Of average height, Ken was wrapped in five layers of clothing, ranging from a long-sleeved t-shirt at the bottom to an unbelievably bulky and eye-paining yellow down-feather winter coat on the outside. He wore two pairs of coverings on his fingers - a pair of thick, insulated gloves on the inside and a pair of purple, wool mittens on the outside.
Around his bottom he wore four pairs of pants, ranging from winter underwear underneath to a pair of bright red snow pants on the outside. Somewhere underneath all those layers, a young boy's head popped out from the top of his coat, revealing a face with smooth, light tan skin with a pair of thin, black-framed glasses laying across his nose. Behind those glasses was a pair of coffee cream colored eyes, partially covered by short black locks. On top of his head, Ken wore two different hats - a wool knitted cap underneath and an unbelievably ugly wool hunting cap on top. Ken seemed to mumble to himself through his two plaid scarves wrapped around his neck, his breath fogging up his glasses with every puff of exhaled air. A scowl crossed the boy's face, and he continued mumbling to himself.
"...Friggin' overprotective mother...too many layers...still cold...ugly as hell...laughing stock of the school..."
Finally, Ken reached the main entrance, only he didn't notice until it was too late. The boy's head slammed into the brass ring that served as the handle to the heavy oak door as his legs continued to attempt to carry him in his current direction. The boy swore to himself and attempted to rub his forehead through his thick coverings, but to no avail. Ken then fumbled for the door handle and leaned against the door, creaking it open slowly, letting some of the cold winter air inside with him. Several students near the door were startled and yelled at the newcomer to close the door quickly, then suddenly they began to laugh out loud. Ken then realized that he looked like he had been on the receiving end of a paintball target practice session.
Again, the boy cursed to himself and fumbled for his wand in his pocket, dropping it once before picking it up clumsily and managing to magically remove his outer layers, leaving him dressed in a pair of khaki cargo pants, a dark grey sweatshirt and a pair of bright red sneakers. The new student glared menacingly at the still-laughing students, then set his discarded items on fire with a wave of his wand and a mutter of his favorite spell, Incendio, then pocketed his wand and smoothed out his clothing. He had finally made it. He was here, in Magic Horizons. The boy exhaled heavily then took a look around to gauge his surroundings.