Post by Necrocilla Van Derest on Jun 19, 2008 18:56:06 GMT -5
Hogwarts. It was full of wizards and witches, each with friends and having a good time while studying at the school. However for one young student she was anything but happy. She was a lone necromancer in a school full of the people she hated the most. Cill made no attempt to converse with other students, sure a few had tried to talk to her but her mood was foul when that had attempted.
Necrocilla was still adjusting to the clothing she had to wear, shorter skirts that came to her knees, stockings, shirts and vest. That only thing decent about her clothes were that they were black and green, two of her most loved colours. However she would ahve much rather have the Crow as her symbol instead of a snake, even a spider would have satisfied her. Holding the books she needed for the days lesson Necrocilla opened one of the doors to the great hall, it was still early before breakfast would be served but at the moment it was quiet. Sitting herself down at the far end she pulled out her books and began reading the first few chapters of Charms.
By the time she had managed to read a few pages more people began to fill the room, she took no notice. Everyone was doing their best to avoid her and she in return showed no interest in anyone. It was going to be another long day and night for her, she hadn't slept yet as she was too busy focusing on the subjects she was expected to know. However the more she focused the louder the Great Hall began to get, it was giving her a head ache. Her elbows rested on the table, her fingers moving in circles around her temples, trying to ease her pain and only helped to calm her down. Her fuse was beginning to get shorter as more people came into the room, closing her eyes she did her best to stay quiet but the noise was getting to her and all because she was a lone Necromancer in a school full of wizards.
As Necrocilla opened her eyes she wanted to shut them again, the noise wasn't coming from the Great Hall alone. Standing up and wanting to get out without causing a scene she began picking up her books. Her hands were shakings as she had never seen so many before, she did try to keep her composure but as she began to walk towards the doors her knees gave way. Falling to the ground her books scattered everywhere but all she could hear was laughter from both the Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table.
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Necrocilla was still adjusting to the clothing she had to wear, shorter skirts that came to her knees, stockings, shirts and vest. That only thing decent about her clothes were that they were black and green, two of her most loved colours. However she would ahve much rather have the Crow as her symbol instead of a snake, even a spider would have satisfied her. Holding the books she needed for the days lesson Necrocilla opened one of the doors to the great hall, it was still early before breakfast would be served but at the moment it was quiet. Sitting herself down at the far end she pulled out her books and began reading the first few chapters of Charms.
By the time she had managed to read a few pages more people began to fill the room, she took no notice. Everyone was doing their best to avoid her and she in return showed no interest in anyone. It was going to be another long day and night for her, she hadn't slept yet as she was too busy focusing on the subjects she was expected to know. However the more she focused the louder the Great Hall began to get, it was giving her a head ache. Her elbows rested on the table, her fingers moving in circles around her temples, trying to ease her pain and only helped to calm her down. Her fuse was beginning to get shorter as more people came into the room, closing her eyes she did her best to stay quiet but the noise was getting to her and all because she was a lone Necromancer in a school full of wizards.
As Necrocilla opened her eyes she wanted to shut them again, the noise wasn't coming from the Great Hall alone. Standing up and wanting to get out without causing a scene she began picking up her books. Her hands were shakings as she had never seen so many before, she did try to keep her composure but as she began to walk towards the doors her knees gave way. Falling to the ground her books scattered everywhere but all she could hear was laughter from both the Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table.
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