Post by stickeen on Nov 3, 2007 22:38:12 GMT -5
Being lost is a lovely curse.
The girl wandered around deserted corridors, listening to the incorrect directions of painted faces and letting her mind fill with reprimands to herself for allowing her legs to direct her. Hogwarts was simply impossible. The maze of corridors never failed to muddle her thoughts. And it certainly did not help to have mischievous paintings yelling at her from the loneliness of their frames.
And yet, the small fourth year couldn't be entirely dissatisfied. The ugly thoughts usually plaguing her mind had fled, leaving only the anger she felt toward herself for taking such a walk.
And then she came to a door.
The carved mahogany was remarkably entrancing. Being the first door she had seen in a long, immeasurable time, naturally, the door attracted her. As curiosity peaked inside her, pale thin fingers closed around the cool metal knob...
She was standing on bright green, rubbery grass. A large body of water was spread out in front of her. Maple trees stood tall around her, their bright green leaves ruffling in some magically created gust of wind. Tears formed in the girl's aqua eyes; she had been here before.
Inevitably, the ugly thoughts stampeded back into her mind. Maci sat down on the bright green, rubbery grass and let the beautiful summer scene blur from her newly formed tears. She sat and cried for quite some time, rubbing her eyes occasionally to see the landscape clearly. It was very hard looking into the past.
...Looking back at the place that filled her childhood.