Post by demetrius on Sept 28, 2007 17:44:00 GMT -5
Love's feline eyes in darkness shine on her web.
Demonised with divine insight we draw our last breath.
Demonised with divine insight we draw our last breath.
As the rain hit against Hogwarts and thunder could be booming in the sky Demetrius was walking around. He had just arrived at this gothic looking building. At first it didn't seem magical. But, things are never what they appear. His first steps inside the castle were magical. Everything seemed to be hexed or cursed. It fansinated him even though his expression looked disgusted with it.[/size][/blockquote]
His green eyes looked at the gray walls as he walked. The portraits went a white and black color when the lightning struck the sky. Demetrius was used to this weather it was Russian weather. Soon General Winter would hit Russia and all of Europe for winter was coming. That would be fun. Walk out into the snow only wearing a hoodie for protection while everyone else wore thick fur jackets.
So far Demetrius had only met one person, Anna, and that was on the train to here. They hadn't had much of a conversation since Deme was uncooperative in the compartment. Talking wasn't one of his best qualities and he was thankful for it. In the end Anna supplied most of the conversation while he nodded every once and a while to show her he didn't dislike her that much.
Why did he dislike Anna already? Simple to be quite honest. He didn't like anyone. Humans and creatures a like were spiteful, lying, hopless creatures. How could they act so happy all the time over nothing? Why did they have to gang up on the first person that was different? Why was everyone afraid of being different? Wasn't anyone happy with themselves anymore? Obviously not.
A sigh came from his pale lips as he walked alone. What was there to do around this place? Muggle devices didn't work. Well that just sent everything out the window. The newly sorted Slytherin found some steps that lead somewhere. He decided he would check it out. It was much better than walking down that drawn out hallway.
Hawthorne coughed as he walked up the cold steps. His sickness was coming and would he would be sick for two weeks or more. Barely ever did he get sick but when he did he got death bed sick for two weeks till it ended. What fun weeks those would be. Not.
The room he walked into seemed to be the clocktower. A huge pendulum was in the dab center of the room. Demetrius would make sure he wasn't hit by the pendulum. That wouldn't feel to grand. He walked past it and walked over to the window. The rain that was hitting the glass was making it hard to see. There probably wasn't anything to see anywhere.
Demetrius turned around and sat in the corner. He brought his legs up and put his arms on top of his knees and watched the rain it the glass. Nothing could be more melancholy than to be stuck in a melancholy castle in melacholy weather.