Lost in Shadows
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It was one if those days where the sky was clouded over and little sunlight could reach through the clouds. The air had a slight chill to it, but the black haired Slytherin didn't mind. Aravis was currently sitting alone by the water skipping rocks she found beside her. She was sulking again. She missed her friend Thomas. Even though he was only trouble for her at least he was a friend. Aravis was forbidden from seeing him.
She didn't exactly have friends. Sure she had talked to Adam, Max, Eri, and Ava but none of them were close. Eri and Ava had known Aravis from school but they didn't talk much. In fact Aravis wasn't truly close with anyone.
She wondered what it could have been like if she wasn't a witch. What if she was a muggle like Thomas. Maybe they would still be friends. She skipped another rock in sadness and watched as it bounced across the lake. It skipped 5 times before sinking into the chilly water.
That wasn't the only thing she struggled with. She was bad at making friends but she was also bad at making her family proud. Her Aunt and Uncle were almost always disappointed in her. She was like a shadow. Hidden and overlooked. Her family payed no mind to her and showered their sun and moon- Lucien and Maven- with gifts and praise while Aravis was stuck as the middle child.
She liked the weather though. Chilly and dark. Kept her from getting sunburnt at least. It wasn't extremely cold so her long sleeved uniform kept her warm along with her green and silver scarf. She didn't notice the person who had walked up behind her due to being lost in her own mind.
Last edited by Lucy O'Sullivan on 23 Jun 2018, 06:17, edited 2 times in total.
I will take what is mine with fire and blood.
"It seems to me that a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone."
Lost in Shadows
As Lucy walked the grounds, she pulled her school robes tighter around her. She was glad for the extra layer today as she made her way back from the Herbology greenhouse. She had been on her way to ask the professor for some extra help when she changed her mind. She didn't want to seem brainless in front of one of the more severe professors in the school. She decided to just suffer through her essay and earn whatever mark the professor saw fit. Her brow furrowed, her mood darkening. Recently, her school work had been hit-and-miss, which jeopardised her goals of becoming Head Girl. She had to do well.
She had strayed much closer to the lake than she realized. The sound of rippling water caught her ears and she noticed a black-haired Slytherin (judging by the scarf around her neck) skipping stones. The girl's back was to her, but Lucy thought the picture looked so lovely that she couldn't help but be drawn closer. The dark sky, the cool air, and a solitary girl skipping rocks along the water. This scene was perfect for her perfect mood, so rather than remain alone, she approached the girl. After all, one could only go so long without talking to someone, and Lucy had been alone all morning.
"Hello," she called when she was about three meters away from the girl. She was soon standing next to the girl, staring out at the lake. She didn't glance at the girl's face yet. "It's a perfectly dark day, isn't it?" she asked, less cheerfully than usual. Normally her mouth would be running a mile-a-minute, but she was still in a stormy mood over her recent grades.
She had strayed much closer to the lake than she realized. The sound of rippling water caught her ears and she noticed a black-haired Slytherin (judging by the scarf around her neck) skipping stones. The girl's back was to her, but Lucy thought the picture looked so lovely that she couldn't help but be drawn closer. The dark sky, the cool air, and a solitary girl skipping rocks along the water. This scene was perfect for her perfect mood, so rather than remain alone, she approached the girl. After all, one could only go so long without talking to someone, and Lucy had been alone all morning.
"Hello," she called when she was about three meters away from the girl. She was soon standing next to the girl, staring out at the lake. She didn't glance at the girl's face yet. "It's a perfectly dark day, isn't it?" she asked, less cheerfully than usual. Normally her mouth would be running a mile-a-minute, but she was still in a stormy mood over her recent grades.
Lost in Shadows
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Ok for starts sorry this took so long. I had it marked off so I thought I already replied.
Aravis didn't respond until she heard the girl say "...perfectly dark day..." due to not hearing the first half. She turned around slowly. Her icy blue eyes slightly watery, but not enought to shed a tear. She hadn't seen the girl before. She was a Hufflepuff based on the colors she wore on her robe. "Oh, yes. Quite perfect weather." Aravis said quickly wiping her eye with her sleeve. Lucien would have scolded her for it, but Aravis didn't mind.
Aravis stared at the other girl for a minute in silence. She had such pretty hair. Hair to kill for in Aravis's opinion. "You have really pretty hair." The Slytherin girl blurted out rather hastily. Normally she kept her opinion to herself, but for some reason today she had spoken out of turn more than normal.
She then slowly turned her head back to the lake. It was a drop dead gorgeous view. Aravis couldn't help but wish that she could stay sitting starring off at the lake forever. Her house had a pond, but it wasn't this gorgeous.
"Do you come to the lake often?" Aravis said not moving her gaze off the water. After all, sitting in silence would be awkward.
I will take what is mine with fire and blood.
"It seems to me that a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone."
Lost in Shadows
Lucy smiled as the girl agreed, but there was not much joy in it. She missed the water in Aravis's blue eyes, but she would have to be blind to miss the fact that she wiped a sleeve across her face. Her heart instantly softened and she felt herself starting to let go of her own problems. Obviously, this girl was feeling more downhearted than Lucy herself. She didn't put her arm around her since they were complete strangers, even though she wanted to, but she did shuffle a bit closer so that their arms were almost touching. There. That felt supportive.
"You have really pretty hair."
Lucy's eyebrows arched, and a small smile appeared on her face. She's feeling sad and yet she's being nice to me, Lucy thought, her heart melting a bit more. Though her own problems had not gone away, this girl was doing a great job at distracting her from them. "Thanks. So do you! There aren't very many people here that have hair as dark as yours." Actually, now that Lucy said that out loud, she couldn't think of a single person that had black hair that she knew at Hogwarts.
As the girl asked her next question without looking at her, Lucy pondered it for a second before answering. "No, not really. I mean, I come out here for Herbology. But I don't spend a lot of time outside. I just don't have a lot of time to make it out here. What about you? Is this your usual hang-out spot?"
As their conversation became more and more amiable, Lucy felt the tension releasing out of her shoulders. It might be nice to hang out here for awhile and get to know someone new. It was one of Lucy's favourite ways to take her mind off things. She glanced at the ground, checking to see how wet it was. It seemed to be mostly dry, so she settled down on the grass in front of the short beach. Spying a flat stone, she grabbed it and held it up to the girl, remembering that the Slytherin had been skipping stones when she first walked up.
"Here's a good one," she offered, almost as if she were offering a tendril of friendship with that stone. "My name's Lucy, by the way. Lucy O'Sullivan."
"You have really pretty hair."
Lucy's eyebrows arched, and a small smile appeared on her face. She's feeling sad and yet she's being nice to me, Lucy thought, her heart melting a bit more. Though her own problems had not gone away, this girl was doing a great job at distracting her from them. "Thanks. So do you! There aren't very many people here that have hair as dark as yours." Actually, now that Lucy said that out loud, she couldn't think of a single person that had black hair that she knew at Hogwarts.
As the girl asked her next question without looking at her, Lucy pondered it for a second before answering. "No, not really. I mean, I come out here for Herbology. But I don't spend a lot of time outside. I just don't have a lot of time to make it out here. What about you? Is this your usual hang-out spot?"
As their conversation became more and more amiable, Lucy felt the tension releasing out of her shoulders. It might be nice to hang out here for awhile and get to know someone new. It was one of Lucy's favourite ways to take her mind off things. She glanced at the ground, checking to see how wet it was. It seemed to be mostly dry, so she settled down on the grass in front of the short beach. Spying a flat stone, she grabbed it and held it up to the girl, remembering that the Slytherin had been skipping stones when she first walked up.
"Here's a good one," she offered, almost as if she were offering a tendril of friendship with that stone. "My name's Lucy, by the way. Lucy O'Sullivan."