Post by Monica Henshaw S5 on Sept 21, 2005 0:57:05 GMT
After a long grueling day of sitting and waiting for god knows what, Monica had decided that she needed to get out into the open air. She had wandered around the castle while trying to find the exit. It was fairly soothing, to be walking, instead of sitting in the same place all day.
Finally having found the entrance hall and, coincidentally, the front doors, she walked out and squinted her eyes at the sun as they adjusted to the bright lighting so different from the dim insides of the castle. She walked a bit, inhaling the smell of grass and dirt. It reminded her greatly of the beans she ate that morning, their flavors identical to the aroma of the lawn.
She glanced around as much as she could without blinding herself on the suns rays and went off under the shade of a large tree. It might have been an oak tree, but Renée had never taken an interest in trees, boring as they were. As far as she was concerned, the only good things about them were their shade.
She needed something to do...at least at the unsorted table she could talk to someone, but otherwise, sitting here and gazing at nature was going to be a tremendous waste of time. She emptied her robe pockets of their various sweet wrappers and found a stick of gum. After slipping that into her mouth she set about to looking for the quidditch magazine she had left in her robes somewhere. After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, she decided that it had fallen out somewhere.
“Hope you're enjoying my magazine," she muttered to the person that had inevitably picked up the fallen publication by now. She looked around her, trying to make out the shapes of others from under the tree. Maybe someone would come and amuse her for a bit?
Finally having found the entrance hall and, coincidentally, the front doors, she walked out and squinted her eyes at the sun as they adjusted to the bright lighting so different from the dim insides of the castle. She walked a bit, inhaling the smell of grass and dirt. It reminded her greatly of the beans she ate that morning, their flavors identical to the aroma of the lawn.
She glanced around as much as she could without blinding herself on the suns rays and went off under the shade of a large tree. It might have been an oak tree, but Renée had never taken an interest in trees, boring as they were. As far as she was concerned, the only good things about them were their shade.
She needed something to do...at least at the unsorted table she could talk to someone, but otherwise, sitting here and gazing at nature was going to be a tremendous waste of time. She emptied her robe pockets of their various sweet wrappers and found a stick of gum. After slipping that into her mouth she set about to looking for the quidditch magazine she had left in her robes somewhere. After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, she decided that it had fallen out somewhere.
“Hope you're enjoying my magazine," she muttered to the person that had inevitably picked up the fallen publication by now. She looked around her, trying to make out the shapes of others from under the tree. Maybe someone would come and amuse her for a bit?
