and we just go in circles; ROSA

[adeline bellard ☆]

cause I'm just one of those ghosts
traveling endlessly ✦
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Woosh.

The wind blew through the corridors in a way that gave Adeline the chills. It was unusual to have such cool weather at this point in the year, however, not many seemed to be phased by it. Addie looked at her feet as she walked; she noticed the smiles and laughs earlier in the day, all of the students were joyful and genuinely happy to be around each other. It was definitely a difficult transition, for Adeline, to be back at school and surrounded by everyone again. She promised her parents she wouldn't, but Addie wished she could stay in her dorm, be alone for a while... She wasn't exactly in the mood for social interaction, but the couples and groups of people that surrounded Addie made her want to reconsider. How long would it take for her to feel like part of Beauxbatons again? Adeline reminded herself she was in the sixth year, that she was always part of the school, and then was no different. But still she felt somewhat disconnected, a feeling she knew, and a feeling she despised.

The corridors were getting quieter as she moved along, less students, less foot steps, less talk and laughter. Walking alone, Adeline noticed how much larger the hall seemed. She glanced back quickly and then rose her eyes to follow the corridor wall. Quickly, Addie found herself following a familiar path, one that she often used for refuge and quiet. The towers were usually empty, especially at this time of the year, when the weather would begin to take a turn, away from the warmth of the summer months and to the anticipated chill that came with the winter holidays. Adeline smiled to herself as she crossed her arms, re-wrapping herself in her sweater, embracing the warmth her body provided. Without much thought, Addie let her feet take her to, decidedly, the Clock Tower. It was the one place that was only loud once every hour, the place in which, ironically, time seemed to be lost, even if only for Addie.

Before she knew it, Adeline was climbing what felt like an endless line of stairs, twisting back and forth, to where she would soon find the large clock that could be seen from almost anywhere on the grounds. Her fingers danced and slid along the wall as Addie watched her steps, finding her movements soon becoming rhythmic. It was a shame, she thought, that she wasn't more musically inclined. Her interest in rhythms and song lyrics hit a climax not long ago, but her talent to create the rhythms was nearly nonexistent. Adeline let her fingers tap the soft beat to a song she recalled from her early childhood, then taper off into a solid line along the wall. How was it, she let her mind wander again, that such a palace, filled with so many joyfully loud students and dutifully talkative professors, could be so quiet, and so empty? Addie turned another corner on the staircase and found that she was nearing the top. It is very possible that, like most schools, the students and the adults that watch over them are drawn to the center, leaving the corners in blissful silence. It was always in that bliss that Adeline found time to mentally recharge and rest before she ventured into the center again.

Woosh.

Once again, Adeline felt the chill of the wind. Thankful to finally reach the top, Addie took a moment to look around. Silent stillness pervaded the room in an almost eerie way, but the familiarity superseded any doubt. Despite the incredible amount of empty space, the room was filled. The extremely large clock was where the rightmost wall should have been, mirrored on the left by a complex white stone design, which let her see through the wall and onto the opposite end of the school's grounds. Her eyes lingered there, following the pattern's swirls and twists, and soon she found herself standing there, once again letting her fingers trace the wall. Adeline stood there for a moment, glanced to the grounds, and moved on, closer to the clock. With light steps, Addie winded around the room, finally coming to a pillar in the middle of the room, flanked by two identical pillars and one directly ahead. She stood with her back leaning against it, eyes closed, and folded her arms again. Adeline took a deep breath in, but soon got the uncomfortable feeling that she was no longer alone. Caught off guard and anxious, Addie turned until she was able to see the entrance, and saw that she had company.

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[rosalind dillon']

Each passing day Rosalind was finding it harder and harder to find solitude. Though she’s not had much of a choice in the arrangement she had foolishly thought that she could at least play by her own rules – choosing to suffer in silence. Here at Beauxbatons silence was not something easily found. For a time she’d been complacent with her dorm room as none had sought a roommate in her, or at least they hadn’t until they’d no other options. Now her silent room had turned into a constant slumber party, full of giggling girls and tales of their latest love conquests. They were fools, all of them. Human motion was so fickle, yet it was something none of them seemed to understand. If anything it was the reason she’d come to dislike them so, led by their emotions humans were weak and distasteful. It was amusing how easily they could be led astray.

Rosalind though would not be led astray, nor would she ever find herself complacent in the mundane lifestyle. Trailing her finger along the rough, broken edges of the wall, she continued down the corridor – not unaware of the sweeping chill which had crept into the corridor. The thought brought a small smirk to the corners of her lips; the weather had never affected her, not before. Now it was a sign of the changing seasons meaning her time here was growing shorter, just as it would as the leaves fell from the trees and the ground coated with a layer of frost. The continuity of life here bored her; she had never stayed in one place for so long. She wasn’t interested in seeking out company or learning the secrets held behind their young, bright eyes. Rosalind was here for one reason and one reason alone – because she’d no other choice.

There wasn’t a moment that passed that she wished she wasn’t somewhere else. Rosalind was tired of playing at these silly little human games, but more than that she was tired of the restrictions. Centuries had passed and through all of them she’d lived life following her whims and desires. Surely they knew she must be miserable, secluded in a place with the very thing she despised and what was worse she couldn’t even feed. It was preposterous, this idea that vampires could better themselves. There had been a time all those centuries ago when she’d been disgusted with the idea, horrified of what she’d become, but nothing could change what she was. She’d boiled under her hatred for a long time, before finally killing her maker. He’d been a poor, pathetic soul – neither of which were suitable characteristics of a vampire. From there it had been an endless massacre, but she didn’t find them undeserving and by nature she felt she deserved it. Locked here with all these humans, restricted from the hunt, was the most torturous thing she’d felt since her actually change.

It was no different than when her family had abandoned her China all those centuries ago, she’d been robbed of her life. It wasn’t something she took lightly. Draping her long raven locks over her shoulder, her other hand continued to trail against the wall, moving in slow circles. Rosalind was retreating to the one place she’d found silence when it had been forsaken everywhere else, but even still the clock would chime, interrupting her silence every hour. Reaching the entrance she knew she was not alone, the subtle beating of a heart discernible in the otherwise deafening silence. Though she’d not made a sound, it would seem the other girl was just as aware at the intrusion, her statuesque form coming to life as she turned to greet Rosalind, face to face. Sighing, she ran her hands through the length of her locks wondering if she should turn around and find somewhere else, but she doubted there was anywhere. Don’t look so startled. I’ve barely made a move. She stated haughtily, walking past the girl to the expansive windows, taking a seat on the ledge. She’d not even begun to be threatening.