shadow of the day. ♥

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Queety White. [=

i close both locks below the window
i close both blinds and turn away

Aaryn skipped happily out of class. Wait. She stopped. She was skipping, she was really skipping, with no effort at all. Aaryn had never skipped before, she could never figure out how. She tried again, but only managed a face full of concrete. Sighing, she got to her feet again, pulling the brown messenger bag she was carrying over her shoulder. This was awful. She would never skip, would she? What a pity. But at least she had the satisfaction of knowing at one point in her life, she had skipped.

What to do now? She had just finished up her last class, and she had a long time until she had to do anything, so she wanted to just go out and hang out. She do a little research for a History of Magic thing she had to do. Perhaps she wouldn't have to do any cramming. That would be great. She'd actually get to sleep. Something new for Aaryn. Aaryn suddenly wanted to get started studying fast. The thought of sleep energized her. She couldn't wait to get finished with this homework. The faster she got done, the more sleep she got.

sometimes solutions aren't so simple
sometimes goodbye's the only way

As Aaryn exited the building she was greeted by a beautiful scene. A soft wind swept along the vast landscape, causing colored leaves to dance in the air, almost as if they had wings, and land in a cluttered piles on the blades of grass. The horizon was filled with purples, oranges, and reds. A few puffy clouds, secluded from one another, littered the sky, adding to the beauty of the setting sun. Footsteps did not disturb the serenity of the scene, as grass muffled it. Several students lay around, one couple was making out by the lake.

Aaryn walked past the couple and found herself going to a familiar spot, the place where she had met her current boyfriend Pierce. How cute. She reached the Pier and began climbing the ladder, ignoring the creeks issuing from the Rickety Pier, she was used to them by now. As she reached the top, a cold breeze made her shiver. She smiled slightly, looking out in front of her. She was so close to the treetops, she could reach up and grab a branch.

and the sun will set for you
the sun will set for you

She sat down and began spreading her stuff out, dangling her feet off the edge. Aaryn felt very comfortable, for the first time in a while. Comfortable as in, not cold. She was wearing a purple thermal t-shirt [with thumb holes] and a black v-neck t-shirt over it. Over that, she was wearing skeleton hoodie. On her pants she was wearing a pair of non-ripped jeans. On her feet she wore her pink toe socks and her black and white checkered vans with a big cherry.

She began reading for History of Magic. She lay down after a while, and held the book over her head, to read with more comfort. She was almost enjoying this. But not quite, she was doing actual work, so she wasn't enjoying it, but if this had been any other book, she would have enjoyed it.

and the shadow of the day
will embrace the world in grey
and the sun will set for you

[Queety White]

"Why do I even bother going outside?" came the moans of a certain former Mihael. "Why do I even torture myself in this way?" Queety shook her head as she walked across the fields of the school. She tried to imagine herself back in the day, when she was a student. She probably would be shivering still, but she'd be shivering with a group of friends. She sighed, thinking about them. It had been forever since she last saw them. After Lillian's graduation, the only three close friends she had in the castle were Jackie, Harmony, and Avery. And she rarely even got to see them.

After winter passed with it's cold sting and spring began to bring about birth to the world, Queety will have realized that it had been three years since she found out she was a witch. But in the middle of the bitter winter she will have realized the reality that it had been two year since she last saw her family. And as she was slowly approaching that day, more memories and more worries of everything that had happened to her two years ago were weighing on her shoulders. But yet, she felt justified in running away from home. Her family did not want her to be a witch. They did not want her to stay at Trio's to learn something so terrible as witchcraft.

And they have not heard from her for years. By now, it was too late. Queety was too scared to ever go home. Or what was her home. No, Connecticut is no longer her home as Courtney is no longer her name. She had disowned it all when she left. She had forgotten it all. It was all over.

I'm sorry. I can't be perfect.
Now it's just too late. And we can't go back.
I'm sorry. I can't be perfect.

Things were so much simpler her first two terms as a student. She remembered only happiness. Her parents disapproved of what she was learning, but they never outright, verbally contradicted it. In fact, Queety barely talked to her family the first two terms because she was so busy here at Trio's. The school had been barely open for a year, that's when it was at it's best.

The Musketeers. That was the greatest memory of them all. Queety could not even begin to explain how it felt to be a part of that. She hoped that the five of them would never lose each other, even after her parents forced her out of the school in her third year. But it seemed like, after graduation, everything was falling away from her. And Queety did not like that.

The reason why she bothered to go outside was to feel like a student again. She wanted to relive that fun she once felt. It would feel weird to hang out amongst her students, but Queety was only seventeen years old. She was basically the same age as all of them. She slowly walked across the pier, staring at her feet with each step. She finally found her way to the end, and someone sitting there reading. Queety grinned.

"Glad to know, someone's a good student," she smirked. "You mind if I join you, Aaryn?"

[xxbrokenheartxx]

in cards and flowers on your window
your friends all plead for you to stay

Footsteps told Aaryn someone was coming. Was it simply someone coming to enjoy the view, and throw a few rocks in the water, or was their intent to make friends. Aaryn hoped it was the former, she didn't really want anyone to disturb her while she studied. She'd have time for talking after she studied. First, she was going to get her homework out of the way. She turned a page in the text book. HOM wasn't really that interesting in itself, but she felt so bad for Queety, that she made an effort in class.

Ironically, the person that approached her was non other than the History of Magic professor Queety White. How interesting. She set her book down and looked up at Queety. Glad to know, someone's a good student. You mind if I join you, Aaryn? Aaryn smirked. Aaryn, a good student? That was an interesting twist. Perhaps she was being to good. She needed to stop passing all her classes. xP

sometimes beginnings aren't so simple
sometimes good bye's the only way

"Me?" Aaryn said, "a good student, nah. Just a sleepy one." She didn't say she didn't mind Queety sitting there, she assumed Queety would take her conversation as the answer. If she didn't, she hardly deserved to be a Professor. They were supposed to be smart, and if they couldn't figure a simple thing like that out, it would be rather sad. Or perhaps Aaryn's expectations where to high.

Sitting up, she massaged her arms a little, only now realizing how heavy the textbook she had been holding over her head was. Aaryn stared out at the water. It was a rather nice day, actually. Sunny and such. A little cold, but that didn't matter to Aaryn, she was wearing three layers. Definitely enough for a day in the 50s. When Aaryn was little she'd go out in a short skirt and a tank top in the 20s. It never bothered her. Perhaps the reason she didn't get hypothermia then was because of her magic kicking in. =P But now, Aaryn was always cold.

and the sun will set for you
the sun will set for you

[Queety White]

"A sleepy one, eh?" Queety smirked, sitting down next to Aaryn. "Well, did you know that when you sleep you actually process everything better. I always slept when I was a student. I'd sleep at breakfast. I'd sleep during classes. I'd sleep doing homework. The only time I didn't sleep was at night when I was supossed to." She smirked. "Okay, maybe that wasn't the best way to do it."

Queety was lucky to have passed by the school system. She barely passed all of her classes except for Charms and Divinations. Why those two classes, Queety will never fully understand. Well, she could explain the Divinations episode, but that, too, was going to be locked up in her past. It was too scary of a time. What surprises many of her students, though, is the fact that Queety did not do so well in HOM her first couple terms as a student. And that was because she thought it was the most boring class she ever took.. But that was with a different professor, one that she was not going to talk bad about any more as she is now Queety's boss.

Queety sighed and looked out at the water. Soon enough it would freeze and students would be ice skating on it. She did not remember too well any amazing times on the ice. She did have some memories as a carefree second year Mihael swimming in the lake that summer with Jonny and Justin. Queety sighed. Both of them were long gone now...

"So how's your fourth year treating ya?" she asked Aaryn. Queety tried to think back to her fourth year. It was a rough time. It was the term she completely disassociated herself from her past, even her own first name. And it was also the time the Musketeers started to drift apart. She hoped things were different now.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Aaryn laughed a little as Queety explained her sleeping habits to Aaryn. It reminded her of that Herbology class, with Ms. Kohn, where she had fallen asleep, woken up and thought class was over and just walked out. Not the smartest idea, really. She had gotten detention for it. She had had fun annoying Professor Slughorn. She missed those days. To bad none of the teachers got on her nerves this term. It really was quite a shame. xP

Aaryn was surprised she managed to get to fourth term. She had been bad mouthing the teachers since day one. But perhaps they had taken a liking to her. Or maybe the Headmistress saw something in her and wanted her to graduate. Whatever it was that kept her going up in terms, she was glad. She couldn't wait to get out of this place. She couldn't wait to be an adult. She already had some plans. After graduating at age sixteen, she'd get a job as an employee at a shop, where she'd make some money. Then she'd start up a business of her own.

Then Queety asked about fourth year. She supposed she could go into detail about Dezi and Pierce, and the drama at the ball, but it didn't really seem like the thing you'd talk about to your professor. Then again, Queety was only two or so years older than Aaryn. But she'd rather not talk about Dezi and Pierce, then she'd have to figure things out and that would just be too hard. -.-

"Mm," she said, "it's okay. I think I liked my first three terms better, the teachers were so much more annoying. So easy to get on their nerves."

Aaryn grinned a little, wondering how Queety would react. She was a teacher, after all, but she seemed childish [in a good way] as well. Perhaps she would appreciate it, perhaps she wouldn't. Aaryn didn't really care, one way or another. It didn't matter to her.

[Queety White]

[colorcc66ff]Queety smirked when Aaryn laughed. But, hey, it was true! She had even talked in her sleep when it happened. What was it she had said? One of her old Mihael friends [was her name Carrie? Queety couldn't remember] said she was muttering something about baking cookies. Queety chuckled to herself about the memory.

She thought about some of the teachers she had had as a student. The only one who was still around was Anya Slughorn, and back then she was Ms. Lupin. Of all the professors Queety missed, Will Drubsky was definitely the number one. Recently, Queety had gotten back in contact with her old friend Tidane Drubsky and she had thought about her old professor who was Tidane's father.

"Well, I know exactly what you mean," she said to Aaryn. "I remember all the time annoying my teachers, especially this one guy, Ol Drubsky I used to call him. Man, we had a lot of trouble with that guy." She smirked. "And I remember hearing rumors that when Hermione Chambers was a student she accidentally lit his robes on fire. I personally am not sure if it was accidental."

Queety shrugged and stuck her hands in the pockets of her jacket. She really was not a big fan of the cold. She hated it almost as much as the rain. But that was another story entirely. XD

"Yeah, the upper years get quite boring," she said. "I think about a year ago I was a sixth year. Amazing how fast time flies. You'll be graduated in a year, you know. Do you have any plans for after graduation? Not that I'm rushing you or anything. I'm just curious."[/color]