Post by emily r a n a stanton. on Aug 8, 2009 19:49:05 GMT -5
The muggy air of the day stood still from the early hours of the morning and planned to be until the deep hours of the night. There was a slight overcast but no one of this dampened the spirit that rested in the blonde girl. It was just after lunch on a bland afternoon and many students were lounging around in the common room that had no fires going, fanning themselves with whatever they could find to create an artificial breeze that didn’t really help much. The head had drained the energy from the fellow classmates and you could see that many who had attempted to complete homework had given up in exhaustion though they’d accomplished so little. The common room was a sad sight with everyone stretched across the multiple chairs and couches around the room, trying not to get close to people because their body heat made it worse, with expressions of pain, boredom and tiredness. Still, a smile was stretched across a lone girl’s face, the only one in the common room.
During breakfast and lunch and in passing in the hallways, Emily had spotted her old friend Layla. In effort to be more social, Emily had planned to reacquaint herself with the people she’d started the school being friends with and so they could introduce her to new people. She had started doing this by attending charms class and getting comfortable with Laura and Cammie. Though spotting Layla at the Cossu table, chatting it up with new students put Emily in a slightly depressed mood and figured that maybe Layla had moved entirely on and probably didn’t want to be friends with Emily anymore. In all other cases, Emily would let her ideas and plans fall through the floor but for some strange reason, today nothing would stop her. If Layla declined the invitation Emily had planned to send her, then that was the end. Emily was sick of hiding from everyone. She’d had a good many friends in Paris, but all that skill seemed to be drained from her and Emily was fighting hard for the social skill back, the skill that Layla and others had.
About two hours had passed since the end of lunch and there was still a good amount of time before dinner and a good amount of excitability left in Emily that she was furiously digging through her trunk. She began to pull dresses out and threw then in all different directions into a heap on the floor. After a few minutes of this, Emily looked towards the door, thinking that it had opened and someone had entered. No one; her roommates were out and about and knew that they had better places to be than a stuffy dorm room with a dull girl. Though Emily would eventually need a dress, she was not looking for one at that moment. No, at this particular moment, she was looking for a box. She pulled out dress after dress made out of chiffon, muslin, silk and cotton. Etienne would be awestruck by the sight of all her dresses and if he was here, he’d be laying them neatly on her bed, scolding her for tossing them on the floor. Emily laughed at the through as she continued to rummage through her trunk with an extension charm on it.
Alas, she’d found the simple cardboard box she was looking for. Smiling, Emily rolled back on her heels, set the box on her bed and began to shove the dresses back into her trunk. She opened the box as she took a seat at the desk her roommates shared since the room was crowded with the luggage of four girls. Taking a seat, she pulled out a piece of stationary that her mother bought her years ago. Emily grabbed a random quill off the desk and began to write in the gold ink that came with the set. The cardstock was thick and had an embossed gold border. In her finest hand writing, Emily wrote:Dear Layla,
It seems that over the course of our stay here, we have grown apart and I wish to renew our friendship. If you have no plans, I hope that you can meet me in the gardens around three pm.
With Love
Emily S.
Emily looked at the clock briefly before signing it. It was seven past two now which gave both girls time to get ready. Emily didn’t feel the need for a wax seal so she folded the cardstock in half and wrapped a gold embossed sticker on the edge and sent it off with Pig. Emily was giddy as she returned the ink to the box and placed the box in her trunk. She really hoped Layla was free and more importantly, she hoped Layla too, wanted to rekindle their friendship. Emily doubted her thoughts that Layla wanted to look at the face of a wild but lonely girl she once talked to. Maybe this was all a bad idea but it was too late since pig was already out the window and halfway to the Cossu common room already. Emily sighed and forced a smile on her face as she got ready to go out to the gardens to meet her old friend, presumable.
The top dress in her trunk seemed to be fitting for the occasion. Emily was dressed in cotton shorts and a white tank top and hadn’t bothered to change yet. Something about wearing a puffy dress in the company of hundreds just put her off. It was just unnatural and she’d stick out like a sore thumb in a mix of students wearing casual muggle clothes. If she were to wear a dress I in the day, she’d hide out in the woods. However, today, Emily was going to go out on the grounds in a dress and she was only half worried. As the blonde girl pulled on the corset and petticoat she had laid out for herself that morning and pulled the corset laces until a gasp was let out of her, she stared out at the grounds at the students with their friends. She slipped on a light blue strapless silk dress with bustles and pearls where the fabric pulled up on the skirt of the dress and a tiny inch of lace accent the bottom hem of the dress. The dress was pretty but also slightly suffocating when she zipped up the zipper in the back but Emily did not mind. She took a glance over herself in the mirror and smoothed the dress with her hands. She then threw her wild curls into a delicate bun atop her head leaving two loose strands on either side to caress her face. Applying mascara, her appearance was all set.
It all seemed really dressed up and Victorian. Maybe if Emily had left her hair down or less done up, it would make it more casual but it was too hot to have her blonde locks thick around her shoulders and neck. Smiling, she picked up the basket that had an assortment of sweets and a pot of sweetened ice tea, two tall cut crystal glasses and light blue silk napkins that she magically stitched their initials into one. L.A.J on one and E.R.S on the other. Grabbing the basket, she headed out the window down into the gardens. She wanted to avoid as many stares as possible. Nobody had seen her in a dress in public and she wanted to keep it as few people as possible. Not that going to the gardens where many people relaxed helped her keep it that way… Emily hoped that Layla wouldn’t feel under-dressed if she attended and thought that maybe she should have waited for a response before she got ready. Oh well, maybe luck would be in her side and Layla would attend this afternoon. Emily had situated herself under a lofty and shady tree where there were iron chairs and table which were perfect to place herself and the basket. Now all she had to do was wait, something she wasn’t good at.
Tag:Layla
Status:Finished
Words:1355
Notes:n/a
Muse:It’s a novel…
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