Post by elina on Sept 10, 2005 20:59:02 GMT
It seemed like a dream, a dream in which she never wanted to wake up. The night air filtered past Elina as she walked to the lake. The clouds fell across the moon, darkening her surroundings a little. She didn't mind, it added to the mystique of the school. Not that the school wasn't mysterious enough. Still, she loved how the moons eery light accented particular places in the grounds. One, particularly being, the lake. The lake was beautiful. The soft ripples which didn't seem to ever break away into a smooth surface. Elina didn't know of the contents below the surface of the water, she didn't know what lived there- and she didn't know if she wanted to ever find out. She didn't want to ruin the beauty of the lake and it's myths.
There were many stories about the lake, and she was never one to destroy the grandness of the story. Elina always appreciated the magnificence of a good story- even if it was non-fictional. The wondrous words that made up a story or a tale that was told by family, always made Elina's skin crawl with joy. She smiled at the memories of all the books she had read, they were all a part of her from then on. Everywhere she went, they went. She would analyze a real life event and match it up to a novel. Was that bad? She didn't think it was, but then again half the things she did she didn't think they were bad. When in reality they could be.
The sand squished between her toes as she reached the shore to the lake. The weird feeling of grain between her toes and in her feet made her shiver lightly. But it was a good shiver. Elina looked to her left a little bit, the iwnd swiping at her hair- causing it to sweep away. Another figure, alone, was down a ways. Of course, she wasn't the only one who appreciated such beauty, she was sure. But who would be out at this hour? Elina headed toward the person, and in a few moments the mystery was revealed. "Cass.." Elina said with a smile as she approached the Gryffindor.
There were many stories about the lake, and she was never one to destroy the grandness of the story. Elina always appreciated the magnificence of a good story- even if it was non-fictional. The wondrous words that made up a story or a tale that was told by family, always made Elina's skin crawl with joy. She smiled at the memories of all the books she had read, they were all a part of her from then on. Everywhere she went, they went. She would analyze a real life event and match it up to a novel. Was that bad? She didn't think it was, but then again half the things she did she didn't think they were bad. When in reality they could be.
The sand squished between her toes as she reached the shore to the lake. The weird feeling of grain between her toes and in her feet made her shiver lightly. But it was a good shiver. Elina looked to her left a little bit, the iwnd swiping at her hair- causing it to sweep away. Another figure, alone, was down a ways. Of course, she wasn't the only one who appreciated such beauty, she was sure. But who would be out at this hour? Elina headed toward the person, and in a few moments the mystery was revealed. "Cass.." Elina said with a smile as she approached the Gryffindor.