Post by theindiegunsgo on Jun 28, 2007 21:41:42 GMT -5
During mealtimes, most Hogwarts students are busy in the Great Hall, stuffing their bellies full of absolutely delicious food and other delights. This means that the grounds are usually deserted around noon, so Helena MacGregor [who is not most Hogwarts students] can usually be found out here, with a book and a sandwich, letting the sun soak into her skin.
She sits on the beach, close enough to the water so that the waves and wash over her feet, but nothing else. To be sure, her skirt is hiked up over her knees. She has Herbology in only 45 minutes and she knows Professor Longbottom hates it when she comes to class sopping wet. She likes Professor Longbottom the most out of all her teachers, so she attempts to make his life easier anyway she can.
Her knees are bent, raised up close enough so she can rest her chin on them and wrap her arms around her legs. Her face is shaded by a wide-brimmed hat, making the bright sun tolerable as she gazes across the lake. She has a thermos of pumpkin juice next to her but she doesn't touch it. A book - The Hystorey Of The Moste Magickale Unicorne - sits open on her other side, the place where she left off marked with a quill. For the first time she can remember, Helena is lonely.
But who can blame her? It's spring, and it seems as if the whole school has been smitten with puppy love. Merely walking through the halls, glancing up from her book every so often, students are engaged in things that make her blush. It seemed, though, that not one boy was paying attention to her. Wasn't she pretty? She picks up the thermos and examines her distorted reflection in the curved metal. She puts it back down and resumes her moody staring with a huff. Who needs a crush, anyway?
Her shoulders slump with the realization: I do...
She sits on the beach, close enough to the water so that the waves and wash over her feet, but nothing else. To be sure, her skirt is hiked up over her knees. She has Herbology in only 45 minutes and she knows Professor Longbottom hates it when she comes to class sopping wet. She likes Professor Longbottom the most out of all her teachers, so she attempts to make his life easier anyway she can.
Her knees are bent, raised up close enough so she can rest her chin on them and wrap her arms around her legs. Her face is shaded by a wide-brimmed hat, making the bright sun tolerable as she gazes across the lake. She has a thermos of pumpkin juice next to her but she doesn't touch it. A book - The Hystorey Of The Moste Magickale Unicorne - sits open on her other side, the place where she left off marked with a quill. For the first time she can remember, Helena is lonely.
But who can blame her? It's spring, and it seems as if the whole school has been smitten with puppy love. Merely walking through the halls, glancing up from her book every so often, students are engaged in things that make her blush. It seemed, though, that not one boy was paying attention to her. Wasn't she pretty? She picks up the thermos and examines her distorted reflection in the curved metal. She puts it back down and resumes her moody staring with a huff. Who needs a crush, anyway?
Her shoulders slump with the realization: I do...
