Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 3:18:54 GMT -5
It was almost humerous how quickly pleasant things such as beauty and peace tended to fade away in the right circumstances. It was the middle of summer and yet instead of the sky being a beautiful and crystal clear blue as one might expect, the sky was instead a dark and murky gray, the storm clouds gathering in the sky, temporarily hiding away the bright sun with their dark and secretive shadows. Rain poured down heavily from the sky in a seemingly endless amount of crystaline drops, soaking everything that dare be outside. The wind joined with the rain, blowing harshly in an angry attempt to blow over anything that tried to get in it's way. Students watched the progress of the surprise storm with interest from the windows of the castle, a majority of whom were filled with a curious fascination and yet lacked the courage to actually go outside and brave the storm on their own with the seeming exception of a single student, a young female who made her way across the school's grounds with her trademark blank expression plastered on her face.
Long brown hair that was completely drenched from the cold rain was whipped up by the angry wind, dancing in the air and temporarily blocking the young woman's vision with every step that she took. A soft squelching noise was made every time that her foot fell onto the ground, further soaking both her the material of her boot, yet the young woman continued on, ignoring the water as if it simply did not exist. ' I am already soaked to the bone. ' She reasoned mentally. ' How much harm could a little more water possibly do to me? ' As if sastified by her simple reasoning, a simple smirk crossed her lips for a quick moment before her face returned to her emotionless mask and she continued on her way, reaching her destination a few short moments later.
The Quidditch Pitch.
It was a place that was only visited by her while rain fell from the sky, for it was only during that time that she could truly be alone. It was a place that was filled with memories from her past, a place that was filled with a mixture of complex and heavy emotions that weighed down her cold heart even more than it already was and yet, it also served as a sort of sanctuary for her. A small smirk crossed her lips almost immediately as the thought crossed her mind and unbidden, her mind immediately sent images of the one person who she remembered felt the same way as she.
It seemed as though the prolonged interaction that she had with the Burmese idiot had affected her more than she had previously thought, a realization that left the young woman strangely unbothered. She had managed to form something of an opinion of the other during their secret talks in the Ravenclaw locker room and while she still believed the other to be an arrogant jackass, she had also deemed the other to be less of a bad person and more of a child that needed so desperately to be loved and showed the affection that he had obviously been deprived of for some reason or another during his childhood. He needed to have his fears destroyed and he needed more than anything else for the wounds that plauged his heart to be sewn shut.
She truly hoped that Aito Thresh was ready for the challenges that he was sure to face with Xayden. He was damaged in all the possible ways that one could be damaged, something that would be sure to put a strain on their relationship in the future. She only hoped that their love would be able to withstand it. It was with that last thought that the young woman pushed all thoughts of her former rival out of her mind, she had come here to both relax and to think in peace, not to reminisce in her memories of Xayden.
It was with that, that the young woman moved away from the entrance to the pitch, slowly making her way to the bleachers that held the spectators to the Quidditch matches and quietly laying down on the cold and wet metal of the seats. A pair of sharp blue eyes glanced up at the dark grey clouds for a moment, quietly observing the sky before those eyes slowly fell closed. Rain fell against her skin and for a moment a true smile crossed the woman's lips as she enjoyed the feeling of the cool water on her skin. Unfortunately, that small pleasant moment did not last for too long, as it was mere moments after that she could feel the presence of another person on the pitch with her.
Already she could feel a pair of eyes on her and quickly that small smile slowly fell away from her face, her usual cold mask taking the place of the small happiness that she felt. A quiet sigh passed her lips and slowly those eyes opened, though their gaze was directed at the sky, not at the intruder. Her hand moved to rest on her pant pocket, where her wand always lay in reach in case she ever needed to defend herself from some of the numerous jerks that roamed the Hogwarts campus. She waited calmly for the person to come closer to where she lay before that cold voice spoke up.
" Who are you and why have you come here?"
Long brown hair that was completely drenched from the cold rain was whipped up by the angry wind, dancing in the air and temporarily blocking the young woman's vision with every step that she took. A soft squelching noise was made every time that her foot fell onto the ground, further soaking both her the material of her boot, yet the young woman continued on, ignoring the water as if it simply did not exist. ' I am already soaked to the bone. ' She reasoned mentally. ' How much harm could a little more water possibly do to me? ' As if sastified by her simple reasoning, a simple smirk crossed her lips for a quick moment before her face returned to her emotionless mask and she continued on her way, reaching her destination a few short moments later.
The Quidditch Pitch.
It was a place that was only visited by her while rain fell from the sky, for it was only during that time that she could truly be alone. It was a place that was filled with memories from her past, a place that was filled with a mixture of complex and heavy emotions that weighed down her cold heart even more than it already was and yet, it also served as a sort of sanctuary for her. A small smirk crossed her lips almost immediately as the thought crossed her mind and unbidden, her mind immediately sent images of the one person who she remembered felt the same way as she.
It seemed as though the prolonged interaction that she had with the Burmese idiot had affected her more than she had previously thought, a realization that left the young woman strangely unbothered. She had managed to form something of an opinion of the other during their secret talks in the Ravenclaw locker room and while she still believed the other to be an arrogant jackass, she had also deemed the other to be less of a bad person and more of a child that needed so desperately to be loved and showed the affection that he had obviously been deprived of for some reason or another during his childhood. He needed to have his fears destroyed and he needed more than anything else for the wounds that plauged his heart to be sewn shut.
She truly hoped that Aito Thresh was ready for the challenges that he was sure to face with Xayden. He was damaged in all the possible ways that one could be damaged, something that would be sure to put a strain on their relationship in the future. She only hoped that their love would be able to withstand it. It was with that last thought that the young woman pushed all thoughts of her former rival out of her mind, she had come here to both relax and to think in peace, not to reminisce in her memories of Xayden.
It was with that, that the young woman moved away from the entrance to the pitch, slowly making her way to the bleachers that held the spectators to the Quidditch matches and quietly laying down on the cold and wet metal of the seats. A pair of sharp blue eyes glanced up at the dark grey clouds for a moment, quietly observing the sky before those eyes slowly fell closed. Rain fell against her skin and for a moment a true smile crossed the woman's lips as she enjoyed the feeling of the cool water on her skin. Unfortunately, that small pleasant moment did not last for too long, as it was mere moments after that she could feel the presence of another person on the pitch with her.
Already she could feel a pair of eyes on her and quickly that small smile slowly fell away from her face, her usual cold mask taking the place of the small happiness that she felt. A quiet sigh passed her lips and slowly those eyes opened, though their gaze was directed at the sky, not at the intruder. Her hand moved to rest on her pant pocket, where her wand always lay in reach in case she ever needed to defend herself from some of the numerous jerks that roamed the Hogwarts campus. She waited calmly for the person to come closer to where she lay before that cold voice spoke up.
" Who are you and why have you come here?"