Post by Isabelle Leynette R3 on Sept 16, 2007 2:11:09 GMT
A single giggled escaped her pale pink lips as she made her way to the student lounge humming a random tune that had popped into her head a few seconds ago. The day was coming to an end, but it had been a particular one as far as days went. It was indeed very interesting for a regular day for Belle. Now all Belle wanted to do was walk into the mostly likely crowded student lounge, turn a few heads, sit down in a comfortable seat and read. It was a very simple structured plan in which she hoped she would be able to achieve to some extent. She wasn’t one to have everything done perfectly. What that’s a lie. I’ll rephrase that. Today she wasn’t one to have things done perfectly. Her spirits were up. Her eyes were tinkling, her smile was as radiant as ever and nothing would bring her down. She was Isabelle Leynette, what could possibly go wrong? Now, now, normally upon hearing these scrupulous words one would be sure something would defiantly go amiss. But this was Isabelle, things worked out for her. She was the type of person to see the silver lining in the problem. Many were happy to report Belle was in such a great mood today. After all she had helped numerous people with their homework and had even finished hers. All that was left for her to do was to read a nice novel, have her dinner, and sleep if so possible with the snoring from some of the other roommates. But even the thought if losing her favourite thing, sleep, didn’t bring our lovely girl down. No. She walked straight into the lounge and as planned turned a few heads. She of course smiled like she normally would. “Hello.” She announced to no one in particular and grabbed a lovely seat near a window. It was the perfect spot for reading. There was plenty of light streaming in from the window, but she knew it would set staining her paper in colours of red, pink, orange, and other colours that were as beautiful. The thought made her heart beat a tab faster.
A few pages later she tossed the novel aside. She was much too restless to read. Her head wasn’t into it. She was still happy and that was what was making her crazy. Her fingers tapped against her leg repeatedly for some time. She soon got up and walked over to the window she had been sitting near. The views at Hogwarts always toke her breath away. That’s why her creativity flowed better at the school. Painting was a lot easier if it was the landscape the picture that was in front of her at the moment instead of a painting of a person. She couldn’t capture the emotion entirely right when she painted family or friends. It was difficult to capture the human nature. They where such complicated creatures. It was always the eyes. It was a quote from the bible that had always stuck in her head as she attempted to paint another unsuccessful person. The eyes where the window to the soul. It was so unnerving. She would stare into the eyes of her subject and get lost. The eyes always told the story. She wanted to capture the story so badly it hurt. But she failed and she failed miserably. But she never gave up. That was the story behind her eyes. Never give up. She was even thinking that at the moment. Never give up. She repeated that over and over in her head. She was determined to keep her jitters in line and read. Everything deserved a second chance even a book. She turned and something happened. I’m afraid I was wrong earlier. Something could possibly go wrong. She bumped into someone a she was instantly swept feelings on confusion and guilt. She should learn to pay attention. She was also very stubborn. Unsure if she should apologize or not. She finally caved an apologized. Compassion always won. “I am so sorry.” She heard her voice and was shocked how much she actually meant what she had stated.
A few pages later she tossed the novel aside. She was much too restless to read. Her head wasn’t into it. She was still happy and that was what was making her crazy. Her fingers tapped against her leg repeatedly for some time. She soon got up and walked over to the window she had been sitting near. The views at Hogwarts always toke her breath away. That’s why her creativity flowed better at the school. Painting was a lot easier if it was the landscape the picture that was in front of her at the moment instead of a painting of a person. She couldn’t capture the emotion entirely right when she painted family or friends. It was difficult to capture the human nature. They where such complicated creatures. It was always the eyes. It was a quote from the bible that had always stuck in her head as she attempted to paint another unsuccessful person. The eyes where the window to the soul. It was so unnerving. She would stare into the eyes of her subject and get lost. The eyes always told the story. She wanted to capture the story so badly it hurt. But she failed and she failed miserably. But she never gave up. That was the story behind her eyes. Never give up. She was even thinking that at the moment. Never give up. She repeated that over and over in her head. She was determined to keep her jitters in line and read. Everything deserved a second chance even a book. She turned and something happened. I’m afraid I was wrong earlier. Something could possibly go wrong. She bumped into someone a she was instantly swept feelings on confusion and guilt. She should learn to pay attention. She was also very stubborn. Unsure if she should apologize or not. She finally caved an apologized. Compassion always won. “I am so sorry.” She heard her voice and was shocked how much she actually meant what she had stated.
