Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2012 21:37:33 GMT -5
It was a warm, and sunny afternoon in the middle of September, classes were out for the day, and most of the older students were out enjoying their last allowed hours outside. At least, that’s what Xayden was attempting to do. It had been a long day filled with classes, Quidditch practice, and some idiotic third year females who had thought that it would be cute to call him by his full name –Xayden-. Needless to say, those foolish women would not be bothering him again.
Some said that he was cruel, others said that he was misunderstood, but the truth was, he just didn't tolerate any nonsense, especially not from women. He didn't care if people hated him for it, because he wasn't going to change. He liked how he was, and if people had a problem with it, then they could just screw off for all he cared. he sighed, and ran a hand through the dark waves that rested on his head, trying his best to chase away his negative thoughts as he had just arrived at his special spot, and did not want to ruin the relaxing aura of the place with his negative thoughts. After a few quiet moments, he opened his eyes, and gazed at the place before him
with a look that could almost be described as affectionate.
It was a large tree that lay along the shore of the Black Lake. It was
far enough so that he would not need to worry about the water, but just close enough so that he still had a good, clear view of the lake should he decide that he would rather watch the scenery than read. He sat, and made himself comfortable, with his back laying straight against the trunk of the tree, before he allowed his gaze to travel down to the book for an moment quietly analyzing, and observing the cover.It was a medium sized book that had a navy blue cover. In silver letters, the word Mythology was written.
Xay allowed a small smile to pass on his face. He loved Mythology,
as it was a very fascinating subject to learn about. He found it amazing how muggles, and wizards alike were able to come up with such vivid stories in order to explain how, and why certain aspects of nature worked the way that they did. It was something that never bored him. His hand reached out, and gently stroked the cover of the book,before his hand moved the outside cover, opening the book. His eyes met the page and he allowed himself to get lost in the words of the brilliant storytellers of the ancient civilizations that lived so many years ago.
Some said that he was cruel, others said that he was misunderstood, but the truth was, he just didn't tolerate any nonsense, especially not from women. He didn't care if people hated him for it, because he wasn't going to change. He liked how he was, and if people had a problem with it, then they could just screw off for all he cared. he sighed, and ran a hand through the dark waves that rested on his head, trying his best to chase away his negative thoughts as he had just arrived at his special spot, and did not want to ruin the relaxing aura of the place with his negative thoughts. After a few quiet moments, he opened his eyes, and gazed at the place before him
with a look that could almost be described as affectionate.
It was a large tree that lay along the shore of the Black Lake. It was
far enough so that he would not need to worry about the water, but just close enough so that he still had a good, clear view of the lake should he decide that he would rather watch the scenery than read. He sat, and made himself comfortable, with his back laying straight against the trunk of the tree, before he allowed his gaze to travel down to the book for an moment quietly analyzing, and observing the cover.It was a medium sized book that had a navy blue cover. In silver letters, the word Mythology was written.
Xay allowed a small smile to pass on his face. He loved Mythology,
as it was a very fascinating subject to learn about. He found it amazing how muggles, and wizards alike were able to come up with such vivid stories in order to explain how, and why certain aspects of nature worked the way that they did. It was something that never bored him. His hand reached out, and gently stroked the cover of the book,before his hand moved the outside cover, opening the book. His eyes met the page and he allowed himself to get lost in the words of the brilliant storytellers of the ancient civilizations that lived so many years ago.