Post by Brent Raven on Oct 5, 2007 18:57:31 GMT -5
Big. Word for very large, tall or something that isn't what expected. This school was very large, this small town boy wasn't used to seeing new faces with every step he takes. This place was another word, Overwhelming, word for something that someone can't handle. That defiently described the feelings that Brent felt right now. This school was everything he pictured and much more.
Living relic, this is what this haven upon havens we're, he has fallen in love with the very large school with it's stone walls and the feeling of constantly being lost. Sure the population of the school was alittle more than what he had pictured, but quite honestly, he would get over it sooner or later.
Walking down the long winding path that led to the place that most students called Hang Out Park. It probably lived up to it's name, with many students hanging out in groups and talking wildly about something that happened in a class, or talking about the newest juicy gossip that lined the school, more or less. Shaking his raven hair out of his eyes, as he caught a glimps of someone playing with a snitch, they were either a seeker, or wished they we're and had stolen the snitch from the chest in the cabinet on the Quidditch Field, or maybe they had the money to buy one of their own, whatever it was, Brent didn't care in the least.
Brent took a seat on the cool green grass, as he watched the waters edge, the rippiling of the waves going across the shoar. The screams of students laughing at some goof ball, made Brents thoughts wander, to the bloody scream he cried when he was only 6 years old.
Living relic, this is what this haven upon havens we're, he has fallen in love with the very large school with it's stone walls and the feeling of constantly being lost. Sure the population of the school was alittle more than what he had pictured, but quite honestly, he would get over it sooner or later.
Walking down the long winding path that led to the place that most students called Hang Out Park. It probably lived up to it's name, with many students hanging out in groups and talking wildly about something that happened in a class, or talking about the newest juicy gossip that lined the school, more or less. Shaking his raven hair out of his eyes, as he caught a glimps of someone playing with a snitch, they were either a seeker, or wished they we're and had stolen the snitch from the chest in the cabinet on the Quidditch Field, or maybe they had the money to buy one of their own, whatever it was, Brent didn't care in the least.
Brent took a seat on the cool green grass, as he watched the waters edge, the rippiling of the waves going across the shoar. The screams of students laughing at some goof ball, made Brents thoughts wander, to the bloody scream he cried when he was only 6 years old.