Post by Twilight Tempest on Jun 1, 2008 1:10:37 GMT -5
'My mouth is dry
With words cannot verbalize...'
The day? Sunday. The time? Quarter past three. The students? Hogsmeade. And Twilight Tempest? She sat quietly on the bottom step of the grand marble staircase, having just come back to school after a week off for her father’s funeral and such. Her eyes were focused outside, as the large oak doors were wide open, revealing the Hogwarts grounds.
They were fresh and green, looking healthy and welcoming; a drastic contrast to the girl who sat observing them. Temps had lost all her colour and looked pale. The dark clothing, such as the black skinny jeans and purple t-shirt she wore today, just did not help. Matched up with heavily made up lips and eyes, in the shade of black, Twilight look like a pretty corpse; a porcelain doll, so fragile that a simple touch of the skin would shatter her into a thousand pieces.
Droplets of rain began to beat mercilessly down upon grounds and almost like a puppet attached to her master’s strings Twilight rose and walked across the vast hall. She trotted down the steps and stood in the rain, letting it hit her skin. Twilight began to move dancing around the lawns knowing that no one else was around so she could just let lose. Her black hair had lost its volume and now stuck to her face. Her make up was beginning to run but a smile slowly came to her face as she spun around in the autumn rain. The Slytherin kicked up the crisp golden brown leaves and laughed at the simple fun she was having. A genuine proper laugh that seemed to ring out over the silent grounds.
They were fresh and green, looking healthy and welcoming; a drastic contrast to the girl who sat observing them. Temps had lost all her colour and looked pale. The dark clothing, such as the black skinny jeans and purple t-shirt she wore today, just did not help. Matched up with heavily made up lips and eyes, in the shade of black, Twilight look like a pretty corpse; a porcelain doll, so fragile that a simple touch of the skin would shatter her into a thousand pieces.
Droplets of rain began to beat mercilessly down upon grounds and almost like a puppet attached to her master’s strings Twilight rose and walked across the vast hall. She trotted down the steps and stood in the rain, letting it hit her skin. Twilight began to move dancing around the lawns knowing that no one else was around so she could just let lose. Her black hair had lost its volume and now stuck to her face. Her make up was beginning to run but a smile slowly came to her face as she spun around in the autumn rain. The Slytherin kicked up the crisp golden brown leaves and laughed at the simple fun she was having. A genuine proper laugh that seemed to ring out over the silent grounds.
