Post by maxy on Oct 26, 2007 1:05:30 GMT -5
Max sat up in the highest room of the tallest tower of Trio's... No, wait. That's too much like a fairy tale. Lets start over;
Max stood gazing out at the world that had opened up before her. The sky was purple and dotted with delicate white stars and a round, full moon. The forest was straight ahead, the trees clustered together like kernals in a bag of popcorn. To the right of the forest lay the placid lake, unchanging, ever frightening. To the left was the Courtyard Maze, the Quidditch pitch, and some extra things here and there. The night was still, and the air carried a light, brisk breeze all about her. No other view in the world was as close to nature as the one before Max.
Max stood with her arms spread across the cold window sill, her head laying upon her hands. It was night time, almost eleven o'clock, and she was wide awake. She thought of the nightmares she'd been having just minutes before she arrived in the Tower. She shuddered at the thought. She hadn't been able to get much sleep because of her nightmares, so the Dallin Tower was perfect for lonely nights. She sighed. Nothing was worse than nights filled with her past.
Max pushed herself up off the ground about five feet to sit upon the window sill to get a better view. Now parts of the castle were visible, and she could see the fading lights of Hogsmeade, too. It was a peaceful night, but she was far from calm. Since it was a full moon, her emotions were harder to control than usual, and she was on the brink of crying. She held her legs to her chest and hugged them to keep from crying out in pain. Memories as dark as her own didn't just leave emotional pain. Physical pain came with them as well. She could still feel the deep scar running down three inches from the wrist to the palm. It was a punishment from a fake father who didn't really care. It was a problem she wasn't willing to bare, but she had no choice in the matter. She opened the bag she brought along with her and pulled out her small black and dark red bunny named Fluffy and hugged him along with her legs. He helped. She tried to think of when she was given that bunny, not more than a night ago. It gave her the strength to hold herself together, but for how long?
Max stood gazing out at the world that had opened up before her. The sky was purple and dotted with delicate white stars and a round, full moon. The forest was straight ahead, the trees clustered together like kernals in a bag of popcorn. To the right of the forest lay the placid lake, unchanging, ever frightening. To the left was the Courtyard Maze, the Quidditch pitch, and some extra things here and there. The night was still, and the air carried a light, brisk breeze all about her. No other view in the world was as close to nature as the one before Max.
Max stood with her arms spread across the cold window sill, her head laying upon her hands. It was night time, almost eleven o'clock, and she was wide awake. She thought of the nightmares she'd been having just minutes before she arrived in the Tower. She shuddered at the thought. She hadn't been able to get much sleep because of her nightmares, so the Dallin Tower was perfect for lonely nights. She sighed. Nothing was worse than nights filled with her past.
Max pushed herself up off the ground about five feet to sit upon the window sill to get a better view. Now parts of the castle were visible, and she could see the fading lights of Hogsmeade, too. It was a peaceful night, but she was far from calm. Since it was a full moon, her emotions were harder to control than usual, and she was on the brink of crying. She held her legs to her chest and hugged them to keep from crying out in pain. Memories as dark as her own didn't just leave emotional pain. Physical pain came with them as well. She could still feel the deep scar running down three inches from the wrist to the palm. It was a punishment from a fake father who didn't really care. It was a problem she wasn't willing to bare, but she had no choice in the matter. She opened the bag she brought along with her and pulled out her small black and dark red bunny named Fluffy and hugged him along with her legs. He helped. She tried to think of when she was given that bunny, not more than a night ago. It gave her the strength to hold herself together, but for how long?