Post by tristan on Jun 27, 2008 23:28:46 GMT
The birds chirped amongst each other in a rhythmic motion making a sound like a song once sung by famous Muggles. Although nobody from the Wizarding world Recognizes it. Not only but it is faintly heard from the amount of chatter flying through the wind, drowning out each sound that it blows past. The Trees sway from side to side and a Figure is seen sitting on a bench his palms against his chin, slumping down. His Clothes billowed around in the wind swaying about, tattered and torn, muddied and bloodied.
The birds who had been singing in front of him had recognized the boy and had changed their tune to a sadder song. The Boy gazed up then looked down at his robes. He noticed how clean and smooth they were, he had never worn anything such as this before. He had chosen to stick with his Ripped Singlet and Cut Jeans although they were still underneath his robes. Then he also noticed the Hufflepuff stitching embedded into his cloak. Although he reckons they should also stitch in the wearers name and year to make it easier for teachers and other students.
"Why Have I been Taken To Such A Place?" The Boy says before looking up to the tree with its pink and white leaves falling down to the ground. The Boy looks around, what he recognizes to be the Courtyard. It was his first day at Hogwarts and he had no idea who anybody was or what to do. He looked like a complete loner as he sat by himself looking gloomy and poor. Other Wizards and Witches, Including Staff walked past him at a hurried pace to get away although it seemed that they had slowed down after getting away from him and before getting near him.
The Poor Figure sits once more as he gazes down at a puddle in front of his feet. Water starts to drip down onto his head and three figures are shown the the puddle. They seem to be a dad, a mother and himself. Water begins to roll from his eyes, running down his cheek. They seem to be tears but he pretends it is rain. The Gloomy Boy pulls out his wand and notices it to be a rather ordinary wand, Lion's Mane with Maple Wood. The Wand begins to darken in color as the Rain pours down on it. The boy lifts his head and gazes to the castle as he sees the doors closing. He is left completely alone now, everybody is inside and most doors are locked and shut, as are windows, to keep in the warmth obviously. The 15 year old begins to hear the sound of heavy footsteps and splashing of puddles, although it could be his imagination. But instead they seem to be coming not too far from hear. Heading towards him, but most likely they will run straight past him and go into the castle.
TBC By Anybody.
OOC: Told you I have improved since Skorpio and Akshan. Guess all those E-Federations (Wrestling Roleplays) have paid off. I write 1500-5000 WORD roleplays. That is like way more than you can imagine.
The birds who had been singing in front of him had recognized the boy and had changed their tune to a sadder song. The Boy gazed up then looked down at his robes. He noticed how clean and smooth they were, he had never worn anything such as this before. He had chosen to stick with his Ripped Singlet and Cut Jeans although they were still underneath his robes. Then he also noticed the Hufflepuff stitching embedded into his cloak. Although he reckons they should also stitch in the wearers name and year to make it easier for teachers and other students.
"Why Have I been Taken To Such A Place?" The Boy says before looking up to the tree with its pink and white leaves falling down to the ground. The Boy looks around, what he recognizes to be the Courtyard. It was his first day at Hogwarts and he had no idea who anybody was or what to do. He looked like a complete loner as he sat by himself looking gloomy and poor. Other Wizards and Witches, Including Staff walked past him at a hurried pace to get away although it seemed that they had slowed down after getting away from him and before getting near him.
The Poor Figure sits once more as he gazes down at a puddle in front of his feet. Water starts to drip down onto his head and three figures are shown the the puddle. They seem to be a dad, a mother and himself. Water begins to roll from his eyes, running down his cheek. They seem to be tears but he pretends it is rain. The Gloomy Boy pulls out his wand and notices it to be a rather ordinary wand, Lion's Mane with Maple Wood. The Wand begins to darken in color as the Rain pours down on it. The boy lifts his head and gazes to the castle as he sees the doors closing. He is left completely alone now, everybody is inside and most doors are locked and shut, as are windows, to keep in the warmth obviously. The 15 year old begins to hear the sound of heavy footsteps and splashing of puddles, although it could be his imagination. But instead they seem to be coming not too far from hear. Heading towards him, but most likely they will run straight past him and go into the castle.
TBC By Anybody.
OOC: Told you I have improved since Skorpio and Akshan. Guess all those E-Federations (Wrestling Roleplays) have paid off. I write 1500-5000 WORD roleplays. That is like way more than you can imagine.