Post by river on Mar 1, 2008 6:57:15 GMT
Sprightly had wandered aimlessly through the dungeons quite lost and uncertain as to why a school even needed a dungeon. Somehow she had wound up in an empty room that looked like a muggle mad scientist might have used it to build a monster. Eventually, and after some poking around, she realized it was a particularly antiquated potions classroom. It was nothing like the classrooms at Aiden had been, all in beige with sparkling white magic-resistant counter tops. To her everything seemed laughably old-fashioned.
She looked patently out of place there, like a little child lost in the woods complete with a little leather backpack over her shoulder. From the way she kept rubbing her arms from the cold it seemed she hated it there but the dungeon didn’t really bother her, she thought it was a nice enough place as places went. There were no windows so the sun wasn’t there to burn her, there were no people so she was happily alone, and it looked like something out of the darker brand of fairy tale. What bothered her was that she was lost and hadn’t the faintest idea how to make it back to the Ravenclaw dormitory. It wouldn’t be that bad, since she really didn’t want to go back there but she didn’t know which direction she was supposed to run if she needed to run. The idea of being trapped in that damp sunless place with people who wished her harm was not one she particularly relished. A shiver ran through her frail body and she immediately and mechanically wished she had brought Darcy along, Darcy would have cast a warming up charm on her and found the way to the kitchens for a bit of minor thievery. Slowly it dawned on her that her friend was on another continent and a quiver of loss ran through her tummy.
A grin flashed across her face for a split second, not even long enough to see if you hadn’t been watching for it, as an idea dawned on her. She reached a hand into her leather bag and pulled out a roughly sewn doll. It was floppy and understuffed, made mostly of white cloth. Vague semi-human features were stitched onto it in thick black thread. Large mismatched red buttons were sewn on in place of eyes. It had been last year’s Christmas gift from Darcy. It was one of Sprightly’s few real treasures in the world as she had been given lots of gifts over the years, most all of them nicer than the ragged doll, but not a single one of them handmade.
“Hullo, Jules” she said holding the thing in front of her, its head lolled lazily to the side “Yes, it is good that I remembered you, but I’d never leave you alone in my trunk” her voice was a thin whisper. “I’ve been thinking though, I’m in the house for the big brains. It’s called Ravenclaw. The mascot is a bloody eagle. Isn’t that dumb?” she paused and wrinkled her nose at the doll “No, Jules, you see birds of prey are quite stupid really. Ravens are the most intelligent birds in the world, smarter than all the other corvids and even smarter than grey parrots” she rattled on talking to the doll this way, holding it limply by one arm and practically dragging it along as she made to depart the empty classroom. Her tiny stature and childish actions made her look like a much younger girl. It was all darkly juxtaposed against the dark circles under her eyes and the way her smiles came to slow. To all but the most intuitive watcher she was a happy eccentric girl but anyone who saw the hesitation to her movements or the conviction she had in talking to the doll would notice a far less merry Sprightly.
(Akk! I know this is in sort of the wrong thread but I wrote it before I realized there wasn't a general 'dungeons' thread. A thousand apologies for my stupid, but I really didn't want to scrap the post)
She looked patently out of place there, like a little child lost in the woods complete with a little leather backpack over her shoulder. From the way she kept rubbing her arms from the cold it seemed she hated it there but the dungeon didn’t really bother her, she thought it was a nice enough place as places went. There were no windows so the sun wasn’t there to burn her, there were no people so she was happily alone, and it looked like something out of the darker brand of fairy tale. What bothered her was that she was lost and hadn’t the faintest idea how to make it back to the Ravenclaw dormitory. It wouldn’t be that bad, since she really didn’t want to go back there but she didn’t know which direction she was supposed to run if she needed to run. The idea of being trapped in that damp sunless place with people who wished her harm was not one she particularly relished. A shiver ran through her frail body and she immediately and mechanically wished she had brought Darcy along, Darcy would have cast a warming up charm on her and found the way to the kitchens for a bit of minor thievery. Slowly it dawned on her that her friend was on another continent and a quiver of loss ran through her tummy.
A grin flashed across her face for a split second, not even long enough to see if you hadn’t been watching for it, as an idea dawned on her. She reached a hand into her leather bag and pulled out a roughly sewn doll. It was floppy and understuffed, made mostly of white cloth. Vague semi-human features were stitched onto it in thick black thread. Large mismatched red buttons were sewn on in place of eyes. It had been last year’s Christmas gift from Darcy. It was one of Sprightly’s few real treasures in the world as she had been given lots of gifts over the years, most all of them nicer than the ragged doll, but not a single one of them handmade.
“Hullo, Jules” she said holding the thing in front of her, its head lolled lazily to the side “Yes, it is good that I remembered you, but I’d never leave you alone in my trunk” her voice was a thin whisper. “I’ve been thinking though, I’m in the house for the big brains. It’s called Ravenclaw. The mascot is a bloody eagle. Isn’t that dumb?” she paused and wrinkled her nose at the doll “No, Jules, you see birds of prey are quite stupid really. Ravens are the most intelligent birds in the world, smarter than all the other corvids and even smarter than grey parrots” she rattled on talking to the doll this way, holding it limply by one arm and practically dragging it along as she made to depart the empty classroom. Her tiny stature and childish actions made her look like a much younger girl. It was all darkly juxtaposed against the dark circles under her eyes and the way her smiles came to slow. To all but the most intuitive watcher she was a happy eccentric girl but anyone who saw the hesitation to her movements or the conviction she had in talking to the doll would notice a far less merry Sprightly.
(Akk! I know this is in sort of the wrong thread but I wrote it before I realized there wasn't a general 'dungeons' thread. A thousand apologies for my stupid, but I really didn't want to scrap the post)