Post by Rosaliz Hernandez G6 on Nov 14, 2007 15:36:04 GMT
It was the time when silence ruled in the castle. The song of night could be heard. And in the Girls Dorm, sat Rosaliz looking mildly serene as she sat on her bed, legs crossed, eyes closed, focused. Mental preparedness was also a tradition, even before their emotionless ways. However, Rosaliz needed to be ready more than anyone else. She had taken the responsibility of doing the impossible and the day was coming soon. Well, not alone, she needed someone to assist her. Someone who trusted every twisted word that flew from her mouth. Her leather handbag was packed, sitting beside her on the bed. The only tool she planned on using was her wand and two simple spells, but if anything when astray, she had back up equipment. If this worked, the feat would be even more epic. In the dark of the dorm, the most peculiar thing happened. Rosaliz’s pale face looked dead, all except for the tears, the glistening characteristic inklings of starlight. They drifted down her face, covering her dress and there was nothing she could do to stop them.
It was nearly midnight. Rosaliz turned back towards the door, into the common room and then snuck out of the passageway. She walked threw the halls, not caring if she made any noise and was willing to stand-up to anybody if they asked what she was doing. Rosaliz made it to the front doors without being caught. She stepped outside. The air had an aroma of newly fresh cut grass. She loved that smell, which seemed quit usual to her. She looked around. The lawn seemed so peaceful and soundless with out any students around. Sitting in the light of the almost full moon she instantly felt calmer than she had before. Every blade of grass was tinted pearly gray with sharp shadows that felt like they would slice you if you weren't careful. They sky was breath taking, filled with millions and millions of stars, all visible on this cloud free night.... and it was doubled in beauty. The lake reflected the sky perfectly, not a ripple disfigured the clear surface. After staring at it for so long she began to wonder which was the real thing and which image the reflection. For as long as she could remember the moonlight had helped her. When she younger and was scared at night from the believing they lived under her bed, she'd clutch her stuffed bear and sit on her window seat bathed in moonlight for protection. When her mother had died she had gone up onto her roof and sat in the light of the full moon for hours and just cried. It had always been there for her as a source of comfort. Lighting her way. Now she needed its calming, cool feeling once more. And she wasn't disappointed. Rosaliz clutched her robes to her tighter and sat still as can be in the warm breezy night. She closed letting the warm breeze wash over her, soothing all the turmoil that was churning inside. She'd always preferred the night to the day, probably because less people were out and it just seemed calmer in a way. She definitely wanted...needed a little peace. Taking her time with each step, eyes kept on the grass that was stained a slight shade of silver from the moonlight; she made her way out further onto the lawn. Rosaliz walked along the strewn leaves. She occasionally glanced at her feet to make sure she wouldn't trip over a rock or something. But then she remembered…
She remembered….
The large oak front doors of the castle swung open. Rosaliz threw open the doors of the entrance hall. Nobody left her sitting alone looking stupid and didn’t hear about it. If they got in her way then it was their fault and she would not apologize for it. Her glare did not falter even as she picked up the pace of her walk. Her footsteps echoed as she made her way down the steps and through the virtually empty halls. For a while they were the only sound she could hear. It wasn’t until she rounded the last corner leading to the common room that voices rang in her ears. Although her vision wasn’t used to the darkness of the hall yet. No. Just as she had thought this was not going to be easy for her to do. Rosaliz's face held the expression, which she had become so accustomed to recently which was the emotionless glare that seemed to run across the hall as she searched for her. This had to end.... it had gone too far now ... at least in Rosaliz's mind.... she had tried as hard as she could to keep Emily out of it and yet somehow she had made sure that she was dragged into it ... well no longer... She looked much like she felt, like a wreck. Her hair was still sopping wet from her spill into the lake and her makeup still ran down her face for the same reason. However these facts would fall unnoticed because of the intensity of her anger. Her eyes were filled with rage and Rosaliz was sure that they were more red than blue at the moment, something that only happened when she was incredibly furious. Her anger wasn’t all due to the fact that she had been left sitting alone; no more of it was directed towards her family.
Instinctively Rosaliz sniffed slightly and turned to the left. She could see at the end of the passageway two students walking along and he could only assume that these two were going to the Slytherin common room as she knew the Hufflepuff common room was in the other direction. Moving forwards she quickly caught up with the two just as they appeared to be about to speak and he grabbed one of the pair by the back of her uniform and pressed her against the wall powerfully. A quick glance told Rosaliz that this boy was indeed a Slytherin and she grabbed the boy’s throat tightly before speaking in the same calm and emotionless tone she always used whenever Emily wasn't around.
Rosaliz could feel the anger bubbling deep inside of her as she waited to find out if the boy had actually managed to do what she had been told. Of course she had made an empty threat. If Rosaliz lowered herself to attacking those that didn't do exactly what she wanted then she would in fact be lowering herself to Emily's level and that would be unacceptable in Rosaliz's eyes. No she would not become that person like she had so almost done earlier in the year. Rosaliz knew that the anger was impossible to see from the outside. Her face was like a stone showing no emotion or feeling whatsoever as she leant against the wall. Nobody wouldn't have been able to read her facial features although she was sure that if she asked her the right questions then she could crack through this facade in an instant….
Quickly the Flashback spilled her vision. Taking up all of her energy. Her legs couldn’t take it anymore. They gave in. Clutching her head with her hand she saw the reenactment again…
Seeing it know she saw Emily. Her words made a change to that though as Rosaliz's suddenly frowned when she said she'd be loosing everything. She couldn't believe that she meant what she thought she did and she narrowed her eyes slightly as if questioning if she was being serious. Was she seriously going to make her lose her if she went through. All thoughts of keeping her stoic expression went out the window as Rosaliz stepped forwards and she folded her arms as she stopped next to Emily. "Are you serious now? You’re going to leave me because I stood up to her for what she tried to make you do?" She said, her voice not angry. She couldn't bring herself to be angry with her. Instead it sounded more like a child trying to convince a parent that they were being stupid not letting her play with her new toy. Her words rang in her ears “Are you serious now? You’re going to leave me because I stood up to her for what she tried to make you do?” No. Rosaliz needed to fix it. Stuck. Stuck in the past, mixed with the present.
It was nearly midnight. Rosaliz turned back towards the door, into the common room and then snuck out of the passageway. She walked threw the halls, not caring if she made any noise and was willing to stand-up to anybody if they asked what she was doing. Rosaliz made it to the front doors without being caught. She stepped outside. The air had an aroma of newly fresh cut grass. She loved that smell, which seemed quit usual to her. She looked around. The lawn seemed so peaceful and soundless with out any students around. Sitting in the light of the almost full moon she instantly felt calmer than she had before. Every blade of grass was tinted pearly gray with sharp shadows that felt like they would slice you if you weren't careful. They sky was breath taking, filled with millions and millions of stars, all visible on this cloud free night.... and it was doubled in beauty. The lake reflected the sky perfectly, not a ripple disfigured the clear surface. After staring at it for so long she began to wonder which was the real thing and which image the reflection. For as long as she could remember the moonlight had helped her. When she younger and was scared at night from the believing they lived under her bed, she'd clutch her stuffed bear and sit on her window seat bathed in moonlight for protection. When her mother had died she had gone up onto her roof and sat in the light of the full moon for hours and just cried. It had always been there for her as a source of comfort. Lighting her way. Now she needed its calming, cool feeling once more. And she wasn't disappointed. Rosaliz clutched her robes to her tighter and sat still as can be in the warm breezy night. She closed letting the warm breeze wash over her, soothing all the turmoil that was churning inside. She'd always preferred the night to the day, probably because less people were out and it just seemed calmer in a way. She definitely wanted...needed a little peace. Taking her time with each step, eyes kept on the grass that was stained a slight shade of silver from the moonlight; she made her way out further onto the lawn. Rosaliz walked along the strewn leaves. She occasionally glanced at her feet to make sure she wouldn't trip over a rock or something. But then she remembered…
She remembered….
The large oak front doors of the castle swung open. Rosaliz threw open the doors of the entrance hall. Nobody left her sitting alone looking stupid and didn’t hear about it. If they got in her way then it was their fault and she would not apologize for it. Her glare did not falter even as she picked up the pace of her walk. Her footsteps echoed as she made her way down the steps and through the virtually empty halls. For a while they were the only sound she could hear. It wasn’t until she rounded the last corner leading to the common room that voices rang in her ears. Although her vision wasn’t used to the darkness of the hall yet. No. Just as she had thought this was not going to be easy for her to do. Rosaliz's face held the expression, which she had become so accustomed to recently which was the emotionless glare that seemed to run across the hall as she searched for her. This had to end.... it had gone too far now ... at least in Rosaliz's mind.... she had tried as hard as she could to keep Emily out of it and yet somehow she had made sure that she was dragged into it ... well no longer... She looked much like she felt, like a wreck. Her hair was still sopping wet from her spill into the lake and her makeup still ran down her face for the same reason. However these facts would fall unnoticed because of the intensity of her anger. Her eyes were filled with rage and Rosaliz was sure that they were more red than blue at the moment, something that only happened when she was incredibly furious. Her anger wasn’t all due to the fact that she had been left sitting alone; no more of it was directed towards her family.
Instinctively Rosaliz sniffed slightly and turned to the left. She could see at the end of the passageway two students walking along and he could only assume that these two were going to the Slytherin common room as she knew the Hufflepuff common room was in the other direction. Moving forwards she quickly caught up with the two just as they appeared to be about to speak and he grabbed one of the pair by the back of her uniform and pressed her against the wall powerfully. A quick glance told Rosaliz that this boy was indeed a Slytherin and she grabbed the boy’s throat tightly before speaking in the same calm and emotionless tone she always used whenever Emily wasn't around.
Rosaliz could feel the anger bubbling deep inside of her as she waited to find out if the boy had actually managed to do what she had been told. Of course she had made an empty threat. If Rosaliz lowered herself to attacking those that didn't do exactly what she wanted then she would in fact be lowering herself to Emily's level and that would be unacceptable in Rosaliz's eyes. No she would not become that person like she had so almost done earlier in the year. Rosaliz knew that the anger was impossible to see from the outside. Her face was like a stone showing no emotion or feeling whatsoever as she leant against the wall. Nobody wouldn't have been able to read her facial features although she was sure that if she asked her the right questions then she could crack through this facade in an instant….
Quickly the Flashback spilled her vision. Taking up all of her energy. Her legs couldn’t take it anymore. They gave in. Clutching her head with her hand she saw the reenactment again…
Seeing it know she saw Emily. Her words made a change to that though as Rosaliz's suddenly frowned when she said she'd be loosing everything. She couldn't believe that she meant what she thought she did and she narrowed her eyes slightly as if questioning if she was being serious. Was she seriously going to make her lose her if she went through. All thoughts of keeping her stoic expression went out the window as Rosaliz stepped forwards and she folded her arms as she stopped next to Emily. "Are you serious now? You’re going to leave me because I stood up to her for what she tried to make you do?" She said, her voice not angry. She couldn't bring herself to be angry with her. Instead it sounded more like a child trying to convince a parent that they were being stupid not letting her play with her new toy. Her words rang in her ears “Are you serious now? You’re going to leave me because I stood up to her for what she tried to make you do?” No. Rosaliz needed to fix it. Stuck. Stuck in the past, mixed with the present.