Post by xxbrokenheartxx on Aug 15, 2007 14:06:18 GMT -5
When I see your smile
Tears run down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm stronger I've figured out
How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one
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A book. Simple wasn't it? Reading was supposed to be simple. You were supposed to be able to turn the page and understand the words on the other side. But Aaryn. She was having a problem. The book... How could people write that? It was so boring. A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot. Some old book. She had picked it up, so she could figure out what really happened since Dennis wasn't explaining it that well. She had been reading for an hour and she hadn't gotten past the second page. So. Boring. She couldn't believe it.
Finally, she shut the book. She through the wasted paper onto the floor, in disgust. She was glad she wasn't in the library or the Librarian might swoop down on her and yell at her. She had yet to meet the Librarian, and didn't really want to. She scanned the room. So many people. It was amazing. They all found something to do. She stared at the children. The little first years.
Although she had only recently become a third year, so she had only really been her for two terms, it seemed like forever ago it was her first day and she met her first "friend". Well, Izzie hadn't really been a friend, just an acquaintance. It seemed like so long ago that girl had stood up in front of the entire Transfiguration class and spoke her words. Had annoyed her first teacher. She smirked at the fact that she had started her years with Hogwarts with rebellion, and would likely end them the same way.
She looked at her bag. What did she want to do? Something she hadn't done in a while. She wanted to draw. She was a decent drawer. But she hardly ever did it. She hadn't really thought about it. But now she did draw, sitting in her comfy chair, her legs crossed, leaning against the back. The pencil felt good in her hand. She was so glad she had a pencil. She had kept one. With the new spell she learned, Diffindo, she could sharpen it.
What was she drawing? The lamb laughing at the lion. That was how she felt. She had turned the system against themselves. The lion, the teachers, had learned that they weren't going to be allowed to opress the lambs, no matter how big the lion was, there were more sheep. She smirked slightly. Her drawing was finished. She fished through her bag, looking for colors, but none were found. She sighed, she shaded inthe drawing, sadly. She would have to find good colors.
Underneath the drawing she wrote the caption:
The lamb, no longer opressed.
It felt good to draw. It was yet another thing she could do. She could stop theangerannoyance. She could stop the lions. She could chase them down and stop them. She closed her notebook. What now? She stared at the book she had thrown. It lay there, motionless. She wondered why. Most of the books would have at least snapped at her by now...
She gently picked it up. That was when it began hitting her. Stupid book. She ripped the book off her head and dropped it. It remained motionless. She glared at it for a moment, before starting to feel silly for glaring at a book.