Post by Rosaliz Hernandez G6 on Feb 20, 2006 21:11:31 GMT
It was pitch black in the bedroom as Rosaliz layed wide-awake. She turned her head and looked out the window not to far from her bed Rosaliz was getting impatient, as the time came around that she should get up. She sat up and shook the sleep from her head, slowly slipping her blanket off her body, putting on her shoes and socks she went to the foot of her bed. Then opening her chest she went to the bottom and found her wand. With a small flick the blankets on her bed rose as they would if someone was sleeping under them. Then kneeling down by the window Rosaliz watched a person outside the window busily walking around. Standing up, Rosaliz turned and looked at the clock on the wall, it was nearly midnight Turning back towards the door, into the common room and then snuck out of the passageway.
Rosaliz’s footsteps echoed on stone as she walked slightly down the abandoned corridor. Or did they? She stopped, and thought she heard footsteps continuing in front of her, for longer than an echo ought to last. She strained her eyes, to what was in front of her, but saw no one in the dim light from her wand. Rosaliz began walking again, and heard the same indistinct sound of footfalls. She had the creepy feeling that she was not listening to an echo. She stopped again and listened. She knew it wasn’t ms. Norris and they weren't Filch's, his footsteps where more like someone dragging their feet. She continued to walk. Not knowing where she was going. She couldn’t blame herself; nobody wouldn’t be able to see in the mask of darkness. She continued to walk until she bumped into something hard. She knew it wasn’t a wall but what was it? Pulling herself up quickly from the ground she took out her wand from her pocket. SHe was always prepared for anything.
Rosaliz’s footsteps echoed on stone as she walked slightly down the abandoned corridor. Or did they? She stopped, and thought she heard footsteps continuing in front of her, for longer than an echo ought to last. She strained her eyes, to what was in front of her, but saw no one in the dim light from her wand. Rosaliz began walking again, and heard the same indistinct sound of footfalls. She had the creepy feeling that she was not listening to an echo. She stopped again and listened. She knew it wasn’t ms. Norris and they weren't Filch's, his footsteps where more like someone dragging their feet. She continued to walk. Not knowing where she was going. She couldn’t blame herself; nobody wouldn’t be able to see in the mask of darkness. She continued to walk until she bumped into something hard. She knew it wasn’t a wall but what was it? Pulling herself up quickly from the ground she took out her wand from her pocket. SHe was always prepared for anything.