Post by Mary Evans on Nov 11, 2007 1:13:25 GMT
November, the year was almost half up and Mary still had no clue. Just a year and a half left, it was like a countdown until she left Hogwarts. And what would she do after? She swore she would never go work with her father… seems silly now but she can’t take back what she said, even if it was said in ignorance. And much as her mother likes the idea she would never get married straight out of school. She was 16 at the moment, 17 when she graduates, not nearly ready to start carrying on the family blood line. She needed a life, a career, something to do to give it all meaning. What use was being pure-blood if you do nothing with your life? Might as well be a mudblood, she would be near as useless.
The common room was full; people were crowding by the fireplace now November had come. It was cold in the school, a draft had found its way through the ancient walls and Mary knew it wouldn’t leave until springtime. Just another inconvenience, couldn’t find a quiet moment in the common room now to save your life. But if you left it would be cold, especially down in the dungeons, which were always damp and cold anyways. Taking up her book bag Mary left the common room, looking to all in a foul mood. It wasn’t fair, why did people always have to be in the way? Why didn’t life ever give her a moment to slow down and think in peace?
There was a clicking sound all the way up the stairs as Mary’s heels hit each step in turn. Soon Mary was on the first floor and making her way down a chilly hall full of empty classrooms. It wasn’t the warmest idea she ever had but it would have to do. Ducking into the classroom at the very end of the hall Mary let out a small sigh and leaned on the door to close it.
The room was dusty and had an abandoned feel about it, even better, that meant no one was likely to walk in looking for some book left behind or anything. Looking to the blackboard Mary saw a number of curse words scrawled in Peeves’ handwriting, likely something done in a fit of boredom. Mary walked over and erased it all, she didn’t find it offensive herself, but she didn’t want a teacher to walk in while she was there and think she had written it.
Once the monotonous task was complete Mary sat down at the front desk and stared at the rows of tables and chairs in front of her. Now what? Now she was alone, as she wanted. Now she was free to think, as she had also wanted. Unfortunately her mind was still numb, as she had made it so as to make it through the day. Where to start? She knew in some way her mind was racing, but she had blocked it out all day and now was finding it difficult to catch hold of a single thought long enough to really contemplate it. Mary didn’t know how long she sat there, staring at the desks in front of her before she noticed the door swing open. She saw the movement out of the corner of her eye but could hardly comprehend what it meant, it was distant, like something in a book you would read while half-asleep.
The common room was full; people were crowding by the fireplace now November had come. It was cold in the school, a draft had found its way through the ancient walls and Mary knew it wouldn’t leave until springtime. Just another inconvenience, couldn’t find a quiet moment in the common room now to save your life. But if you left it would be cold, especially down in the dungeons, which were always damp and cold anyways. Taking up her book bag Mary left the common room, looking to all in a foul mood. It wasn’t fair, why did people always have to be in the way? Why didn’t life ever give her a moment to slow down and think in peace?
There was a clicking sound all the way up the stairs as Mary’s heels hit each step in turn. Soon Mary was on the first floor and making her way down a chilly hall full of empty classrooms. It wasn’t the warmest idea she ever had but it would have to do. Ducking into the classroom at the very end of the hall Mary let out a small sigh and leaned on the door to close it.
The room was dusty and had an abandoned feel about it, even better, that meant no one was likely to walk in looking for some book left behind or anything. Looking to the blackboard Mary saw a number of curse words scrawled in Peeves’ handwriting, likely something done in a fit of boredom. Mary walked over and erased it all, she didn’t find it offensive herself, but she didn’t want a teacher to walk in while she was there and think she had written it.
Once the monotonous task was complete Mary sat down at the front desk and stared at the rows of tables and chairs in front of her. Now what? Now she was alone, as she wanted. Now she was free to think, as she had also wanted. Unfortunately her mind was still numb, as she had made it so as to make it through the day. Where to start? She knew in some way her mind was racing, but she had blocked it out all day and now was finding it difficult to catch hold of a single thought long enough to really contemplate it. Mary didn’t know how long she sat there, staring at the desks in front of her before she noticed the door swing open. She saw the movement out of the corner of her eye but could hardly comprehend what it meant, it was distant, like something in a book you would read while half-asleep.
