Silent Contemplation [OPEN / AARIC]

[Elizabeth Griffen Whiteshaw]

[bg=000000] ////Today was going pretty well. I got through my first class without getting called on. Well, most people were staring at me. Normally, I have my hair up. Today, since it was a little cold, I had it down. I don't like a cold neck, thank you. I stuck some of my hair behind my back. Transfiguration was out of the way. Potions next. I carried my books close to me, my wand in my robes pocket. Even if I had my books so close to me, some jerk found a way to trip me and scatter my books all across the hallway. I instinctively put my hands up to my face, shielding it for the upcoming impact. It came, and boy, it didn't hold back. I hit the ground with a thump, my books making a loud slam and my parchment dancing in the air as it floated to the ground. I froze for a second, blinking. Wow, was I tripped by someone? Or it was just my luck that my shoe was untied? I don't know, but what I knew was that my books were all over the floor and I was going to be late for Potions class. I sighed, sitting up and grabbing my books. I didn't have much, but it was enough to make me late for class. ////I ran a hand through my hair, snatching the paper out of the air, ignoring the giggles from some people. The nerve of these jerks! Laugh at someone who fell. Brilliant, really. I groaned a little, seeing my quill had broken. Then a thought occurred to me. Was my wand safe? I looked into my pocket, seeing my holly fourteen inch wand was still intact. I sighed in relief, grabbing the broken quill and stumbling. I finally got up and ran to Potions class. I was just on time, too! The Professor looked at me sharply, seeming to give me a warning. I put on a strained expression and walked to my seat, panting. I don't normally run. When the teacher found it right, he started to talk. I listened, of course, putting my hands to my lap. I was in the back of the class, shoved into the corner alone. No one sat next to me, are you kidding? No one likes Griffen Whiteshaw. And Griffen Whiteshaw doesn't really like people, either. I like to be alone most of the time. ////Potions class was like Potions class. We made an elixir of misfortune, that brought you bad luck. Wow, this is my kind of potion. I'd be immune to it. Bad luck happens to me, even if it's my good day. Turned out I was on the spot. I had gotten it correctly in the time we had. Good. Class was over, and I walked over to my desk, grabbing my things when someone came over to me. I blinked and turned around, seeing the Professor. "I couldn't help but notice you were almost late to my class, Whiteshaw. Please try to be on time." I wanted to snap at him, tell him keyword: almost, but I decided against it. I really don't want a detention. I had plans after school. Well, not really plans, but I do it almost every day. I like to go to this one abandoned classroom and read. The sun hits the window at the right angle, and I bring one of the desks to the window, and I read. Yes, I spend my spare time reading--so what? ////I walked out of the classroom, heading off to lunch in the Great Hall, my least favorite of the rooms. There's so many people in there--it hurts my head to listen to them talk. I like nice quiet places. Plus, you're so crowded. I stopped in the hallway. Was I hungry? Definitely not. I had a free class after this. I turned on my heel and walked off to the deserted part of the castle, passing the Room of Requirement. But I didn't know it. I don't know about that room. I pushed some hair behind my ear, trying to take long strides, but my short legs just wouldn't allow it. I bit my lip, opening the door and hearing it creak a little. I looked at it for a second, hoping no one was in here. Nope--I was clear. I closed the door quietly. I looked through the window, seeing the sun was at the correct spot. Grinning a little, I put my books off into the corner, grabbing a desk and dragging it (being my size, it's hard to pick it up) to the window. I walked back to my books, picking up my History of Magic book. I had that class next, so what's better than studying for it? ////I sat on the desk, seeing there were no chairs this time. I put my hair in a ponytail, finding it was difficult to read with hair in your face. Wearing black robes, I had to take them off since the sun's rays warmed me through the glass. We students wear clothes under our robes. At least, I do. I was wearing a light coral-colored shirt with black pants (to match my robes, of course). My shirt was short-sleeved, showing the many freckles on my arms. I really don't like freckles, but you get used to them. But then again, I am a red head. Fair skin, red hair, freckles--it's all natural. I scooted closer to the window, opening my book and tightening my ponytail. What if someone walked in? a voice whispered in my head. I blinked, looking up at the door. Then we will greet them, won't we? I thought back. Of course, I would be as quiet as a mouse, with an occasional squeak. I don't talk much. I looked back to my book, starting to read. I followed the black ink words across the page at my own pace, in my own time. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- status / Done ; Not Done tagged / Griffen word count / One zero one seven. credit / Tye Lily for idea--Griffen for images and post. notes / (:

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