Post by gryphon on Oct 3, 2007 19:55:52 GMT -5
With her schoolbooks pressed to her chest, pale arms wrapped about them seeming possessive, Gryphon kept her eyes dead on her feet. Today had come in varying shades of wintry grey. The sun hidden behind thick heavy clouds creating a gloomy atmosphere over Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Oddly there was no wind all the trees remained still as if paused waiting for something. This was probably why the mist had lingered on through out the day remaining still in the later hours of noon.
It had been cool in the Mihael Common room, someone had left the windows open and the fireplace had been empty. Gryphon having sat there for a long string of hours, perched on a couch, schoolbooks rested in her lap, blue gaze empty on the floorboards.
Hours had passed with her unmoved form, not pretending she had forgotten about the classes she was meant to be present at. Not even at lunch time had she moved to retrieve an apple maybe…
She wasn’t hungry enough to bother.
It hadn’t even been the boredom that had gotten to her, neither the emptiness of the room. Or even perhaps the motion that she was doing the ‘wrong’ thing. But it was highly unlikely that the Professors little alone other students in her classes would notice she wasn’t there. They had gotten into the habit lately of not seeing her there. This was perfectly fine for the Mihael girl she was so use to not being seen that it didn’t phase her. There had been a large group of Gryffindors at the beginning of the year that had grown accustom to mocking her name and yelling things at her when she passed them. Those days had faded and blended into the not thought-about past.
But back onto topic; There was no cause for her to stay here and there would be no cause to where-ever she went. So where does one go when they don't quiet fit anywhere?
"No where."
With those words rested on her lips Gryphon had slowly passed through the castle, eventually leaving the cobblestones onto the opening of dull green grass. Only then did she look up toward the slightly morbid looking forest. It was always funny how trivial things such as little sun and fog can set such scenes that depict horrors.
"...80 style horror movies." She murmured to herself without realising. From that sentence her mind lingered to the person who had come up with the idea of scaring people. Were they a strange-angry person or a prankster? Or something else? Gryphon smiled a little able to come up with only one solution. It would have been a lot of people all at once with those devils in their minds. Fearing things that need not be feared. People are always afraid of the unknown...
Taking a seat on a familiar log not too far away from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Gryphon dumped her books and papers to the cold earth. Her long white blonde hair hanging over her shoulders down to her ribs. Pale skin seemingly paler today from the lighting, the soft pink blouse she had picked and tight black skirt hadn't helped her feverishly white complexion. A little ghost perched on the outskirts of darkness, undecided on where to go. Trapped in limbo. How cliché.
Her thoughts trickling through this 'horror' this 'scary'. What was she scared of? Why? And what makes such things scary? Some how the insufficient equation sloping down to this fairytale Devil in your mind theory.
Gryphon thought about this for a long time. As motionless as she had been in the Mihael Common Room. A statue with a void of emotion. Gaze fixed empty on the shadows beyond the forest trees.
Finally asking her self who was here to stop the devils in her mind from thinking such horrors. Who was here to remind her that she was even here? Fore surely you need another to stop the fear- if it was brought on by your self...
‘Maybe you are disappearing.’
It had been cool in the Mihael Common room, someone had left the windows open and the fireplace had been empty. Gryphon having sat there for a long string of hours, perched on a couch, schoolbooks rested in her lap, blue gaze empty on the floorboards.
Hours had passed with her unmoved form, not pretending she had forgotten about the classes she was meant to be present at. Not even at lunch time had she moved to retrieve an apple maybe…
She wasn’t hungry enough to bother.
It hadn’t even been the boredom that had gotten to her, neither the emptiness of the room. Or even perhaps the motion that she was doing the ‘wrong’ thing. But it was highly unlikely that the Professors little alone other students in her classes would notice she wasn’t there. They had gotten into the habit lately of not seeing her there. This was perfectly fine for the Mihael girl she was so use to not being seen that it didn’t phase her. There had been a large group of Gryffindors at the beginning of the year that had grown accustom to mocking her name and yelling things at her when she passed them. Those days had faded and blended into the not thought-about past.
But back onto topic; There was no cause for her to stay here and there would be no cause to where-ever she went. So where does one go when they don't quiet fit anywhere?
"No where."
With those words rested on her lips Gryphon had slowly passed through the castle, eventually leaving the cobblestones onto the opening of dull green grass. Only then did she look up toward the slightly morbid looking forest. It was always funny how trivial things such as little sun and fog can set such scenes that depict horrors.
"...80 style horror movies." She murmured to herself without realising. From that sentence her mind lingered to the person who had come up with the idea of scaring people. Were they a strange-angry person or a prankster? Or something else? Gryphon smiled a little able to come up with only one solution. It would have been a lot of people all at once with those devils in their minds. Fearing things that need not be feared. People are always afraid of the unknown...
Taking a seat on a familiar log not too far away from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Gryphon dumped her books and papers to the cold earth. Her long white blonde hair hanging over her shoulders down to her ribs. Pale skin seemingly paler today from the lighting, the soft pink blouse she had picked and tight black skirt hadn't helped her feverishly white complexion. A little ghost perched on the outskirts of darkness, undecided on where to go. Trapped in limbo. How cliché.
Her thoughts trickling through this 'horror' this 'scary'. What was she scared of? Why? And what makes such things scary? Some how the insufficient equation sloping down to this fairytale Devil in your mind theory.
Gryphon thought about this for a long time. As motionless as she had been in the Mihael Common Room. A statue with a void of emotion. Gaze fixed empty on the shadows beyond the forest trees.
Finally asking her self who was here to stop the devils in her mind from thinking such horrors. Who was here to remind her that she was even here? Fore surely you need another to stop the fear- if it was brought on by your self...
‘Maybe you are disappearing.’