i am the broken, i am the bruised
i am the poor ones, i have been used

gracelyn makenna knight.

"Good God, this is driving me insane..."

Sigh…how was it that things at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, of all places, could become so dull every now and then? Of course, on a general basis she was having the time of her life at the magic school, though she never really said that aloud—but today was empty to her. It had, after all, been one rather busy week for the students of Beauxbatons as they returned from break and got back into the swing of their classes every day. She was one of those home-hating students who had remained at the school over the two week holiday break… After all, it wasn’t as if she was just going to hitch a ride back to endsville—otherwise known as her least favorite smudge on the map—Cahors, France… She doubted that heading back to mommy dearest in the Podunk capital of the world would be all that fun, anyways… In fact, she would rather be skinned and then buried alive than go back to live with her pushy, pathetic, far-too-friendly-to-those-of-the-male-sex-since-she-was-dumped mother and all of those oppressive people who had always been either afraid of her because she was somehow ‘tainted’ by abandonment or had thought that they were better than her just because she was a little bit different from the rest of the people around her. So what if whenever she threw a temper tantrum things started to fly around the room that she was in? So what if she had grown overly bitter towards the masses in the years since her father had left? She had every right to be angry about it…and it wasn’t as if she was ever a social butterfly before that anyways… The fact that her father was spineless and couldn’t handle a daughter gave no one rightful cause to treat her as an outcast, just like it had given them no right to look down on herself and her mother. But it wasn’t as if there was anything at all that she could do now, was there? And she could really care less for all of them now that she was free… Let them think what they wish. She had escaped, and she had no intention of going back… The downside to that, though, was that she would most likely be staying at this school for a very long time unless she made a friend who invited her home with them—something she wasn’t expecting thanks to her antisocial demeanor…

She was out of that pathetic little city at last and that was really all that mattered to Gracelyn Makenna Knight just like always…her freedom. Blinking, she sighed as she lifted her black and white checkered scarf into her hands from where it lay resting over the back of her chair settled comfortably in front of her desk in the dorm room and she wrapped it loosely around her neck, allowing it to drape over her shoulders as well, before grabbing her wand, pressing it into a pocket of her faded, warn out skinny jeans and then making her way across the dorm room to the door after she said goodbye to Lady Wynter—the old grey kitten that she had found six years ago, starving, on a sidewalk back home. She made her way swiftly down the hall and through the common room, ignoring most people as she had done ever since she first arrived here, as she climbed out of the portrait hole and started off in the direction of the nearest staircase that would take her down the entrance hall. Perhaps a trip down to the ground level of Beauxbatons would give her some reflection time, a sort of chance to gather her thoughts and just relex for a bit. She usually wasn’t to sort to put too terribly much stock in everyday life unless something happened that truly stood out to her… But maybe today something remarkable would happen and it would stick out in her brain once and for all. Biting down on her lip, she folded and unfolded her hands from the fists that they were clamped into repeatedly out of some old habit she had developed years ago in some situation that she hardly remembered now, and then finally she came to the top of the marble staircase and, pacing herself, she made her way down them to stand on the stony floor below.

Heading over to the dining chamber, she noticed that there were very few people present, more than likely still up in their beds fast asleep. But her stomach seemed to object to the idea of wandering about until she had had a proper breakfast to help her get through the day without any interruptions by a hungry stomach. After all, she wouldn’t be eating again until lunch time unless she chose to break into the kitchens and ask the house elves, though it seemed that that would be rather difficult, being that all of her sleeping comrades would probably be there all day instead whenever they got a few moment once they were feeling even the slightest bit hungry. As she nibbled away at her toast and jam, she stared all about at the dining hall. She’d been completely astonished by the domed, elegantly crafted room ever since she had first arrived at the school and stepped inside—but it wasn’t as if that was the only room of the place that shocked or amazed her. In fact, every single inch and precipice of the place told a story that her mind craved to discover and hear over and over again. Making het exit from the dining hall, she stared around at the few other classmates that were awake as she was and wondered whether or not to greet someone…but anyone and everyone who knew Grace even in the slightest sense would know that she was not the most social amongst the butterflies of the ever-growing populace, and that she oftentimes kept completely to herself rather than conversing with new people… But who knew, really…maybe she would meet someone new today to keep her entertained for at least a little while… And that was when she felt herself colliding with someone, and she stumbled back, thankful she hadn’t hit the other girl too hard, as neither of them had actually fallen over. She cleared her throat gently. “Sorry about that. Wasn’t watching where I was going… Er, I’m Grace, by the way…”

wearing;; BOO! xD
gracelyn’s dialogue color is;; bolded hot pink.
i am currently listening to;; barlow girl playlist by barlow girl.
my mood today is;; still a little sick and not wanting to go to work, but all right.
side notes;; hmm…I’m surprised this wasn’t taken yet. great post. <33 ILY
my muse today;; decent, mayhap.
the word count here is;; one zero seven nine words <3