Post by Barbatile Lavsley//away on Feb 20, 2007 6:46:47 GMT -5
Weird it is of how many hours someone can spend inside the library with the nose stuck in the books. Barbatile walked silently wondering as she always did. Her temper was not easily figured out for she could be as silent as a grave or so talkative that it could be almost impossible to make her stop, it all depended on the people and how she felt around them.
Playing with her bracelet without noticing she crashed against another student as her books fell to the floor, apparently it was a slytherin boy who stared at her menacingly, she felt her body turn cold by his expression and not returning his glare she leaned down to recollect her things, he spit near where she was and laughed mocking her silence, she felt so humiliated and at the same time felt her blood pressure increase but controlled her feelings.
Some other people stared at her motionless without helping her and this made her feel more lost and lonely than before, the coldness of their behavior. She wanted to cover her face and leave running but instead she stood up and walked quicker this time not looking at anyone but up front and an aloof expression though she really felt as crying.
Once she reached the Library she felt protected from the world, this was like a temple for her. Barbatile was such and introvert person, the only way to canalize her energy was by writing or reading, she expressed all her feelings and thoughts that were normally rejected and neglected. She walked around the place looking for a nice spot to sit down. She sat near the window and took out a quill as she began to write, she looked outside the window to get inspired. It was a rainy afternoon, she loved rain, specially walking when it rained and feeling the drops of water fall down her trailing her face with the cool humid sensation of refreshment it left her.
Many memories flashed back as she wrote them down metaphorically, the sound of the wind created and odd melody. She stopped writing and looked outside again. Maybe it would be a better idea if she left for a walk? but with who? alone as usual...
Playing with her bracelet without noticing she crashed against another student as her books fell to the floor, apparently it was a slytherin boy who stared at her menacingly, she felt her body turn cold by his expression and not returning his glare she leaned down to recollect her things, he spit near where she was and laughed mocking her silence, she felt so humiliated and at the same time felt her blood pressure increase but controlled her feelings.
Some other people stared at her motionless without helping her and this made her feel more lost and lonely than before, the coldness of their behavior. She wanted to cover her face and leave running but instead she stood up and walked quicker this time not looking at anyone but up front and an aloof expression though she really felt as crying.
Once she reached the Library she felt protected from the world, this was like a temple for her. Barbatile was such and introvert person, the only way to canalize her energy was by writing or reading, she expressed all her feelings and thoughts that were normally rejected and neglected. She walked around the place looking for a nice spot to sit down. She sat near the window and took out a quill as she began to write, she looked outside the window to get inspired. It was a rainy afternoon, she loved rain, specially walking when it rained and feeling the drops of water fall down her trailing her face with the cool humid sensation of refreshment it left her.
Many memories flashed back as she wrote them down metaphorically, the sound of the wind created and odd melody. She stopped writing and looked outside again. Maybe it would be a better idea if she left for a walk? but with who? alone as usual...
