Post by , scarlett bennet . on Feb 28, 2013 11:44:20 GMT -5
, and the road gets tough
I DON'T KNOW WHY, KEEP MAKING ME LAUGH
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It had been a pale morning, grey and watercolour, pastels seeping into the early morning mist that seemed to cling to the hills surrounding the academy. Such mist brought an accompanying chill, but with their early morning exercises, the two students only felt the cold nip at their noses and ears as they jogged. It was a morning ritual for the two of them, one that they had partaken in together since she had returned; as such exercise had usually been done by herself, as her sibling was not one for running or rolling out of bed before what he deemed to be an acceptable hour. Scarlett loved running, especially in the mornings, where no one else but herself and Otis seemed to be awake, and it seemed to present them with the feeling of being the only two people alive, although not in a sinister way. When they ran, not a great deal of commentary was uttered, perhaps the occasional comment or joke, but they were focused, and they enjoyed it like that. It was like they had become so accustomed to each other’s presence in the morning, that there was no need to prattle on endlessly about nothing of much consequence. But when their run was over, and they parted with a celebratory fistbump, as of course, they congratulated the other on the morning run, as after all, they got out of bed, and that itself was worth a great deal of praise. So, after the appropriate fistbump, the two would part ways, him to Rouerie, and her to Sournois, but they would however reconvene half an hour later, to continue their morning ritual of eating breakfast together. And it was within the walls of the Sournois Common room that the blonde found herself, seated upon a weathered loveseat, a book in her hand as the fire roared and spat, apparently as vicious as the students supposedly were supposed to be in order to be placed within Sournois; but in her experience, the blonde had only stumbled upon perhaps a handful of such people, and took to defending her house and its students should they be so stereotyped.
Her novel, although not of much interest, held her attention for ten or so minutes, its plot and weak characters amusing her until she decided to set off early for breakfast, an entire five minutes early; but such a volume could not have enraptured her for much longer. The corridors, although cool in the dungeons, did garner much more warmth as she ascended up the numerous flirts of stairs that would lead her towards the dining chamber, and the four long tables set out there. The duo, although in differing houses did not discriminate, and ate wherever they wanted, or perhaps it was based upon who arrived at the Hall first? Regardless, Scarlett, her blonde hair freshly washed and dried, bounced against her shoulders as she waked towards the dining area, a smile upon her lips as she continued to swing her bag, perhaps propelling herself forward, but mostly due to the sheer contentedness that she felt, and the sense of accomplishment felt that she had done a great deal before most of the academy had even awoken from their slumbers. All in all, she felt like a bit of a badass, and such a feeling had not really occurred since before the left the prestigious Academy in order to look after her ailing mother. She missed her mother terribly, but she often lamented the fact that her brother missed her more than she could possibly fathom. The true magic within their family had divided them into mother and son, father and daughter, and now that it was just the three of them, she wondered if Edmund felt as alone, as heartbroken as she would have thought him to be. Although, being in the same school, the same house together may have helped to heal him, as after all, having him close by had aided her healing, so surely her presence would do the same for him. As she walked into the Hall, its walls quiet and the tables empty, the blonde walked idly down her house table, passing silver plate after silver plate, goblet after goblet, until she sat down upon the bench, her position half way down the long table, and as soon as she did sit, a mound of food appeared before her, tempting her with its scent and ridiculous good looks. Otis certainly wouldn’t have minded if she started eating before him, as after all, whoever got their first made the rules. She smiled to herself as she placed her bag next to her upon the polished wooded bench, smoothing down the silken material of her skirt, before reaching out to place some toast upon her plate, the decanted strawberry jam sat next to her as she spooned some onto her toasted bread. She revelled in being the only one there, as she could do whatever she wanted, but such a feeling didn’t last long, as her fellow student walked in a few moments later, she waved with sticky fingers and a mouth full of toast.
---- outfit `` x
---- words ``eight six oh
---- notes `` not my best, but woo. breakfast times (:
---- tags `` otis
