Post by Citrine Bailey on Jul 18, 2007 4:20:11 GMT
It was haunting her. Memories of the childhood she almost forgot. Memories of the meals she almost never tasted. Memories, memories. Promises, Promises. She needed some grilled cheese.
Citrine pulled her baggy, black pinstriped khakis over her hips, and clicked her seatbelt into place. The black shirt she had worn to bed had cat hair all over it, so she pulled it over her head and replaced it with a similar, black long-sleeved tee. Picking up her XL black hoodie and pulling it into place, she ran through the door of the Slytherin common room and headed toward the kitchens.
She strutted down the corridors, blasting Broadway musical soundtracks as loud as her headphones would allow. At the sight of her hood pulled over her eyes, black, fuzzy ears sprouted from the inside of the jacket's hood.
Not that I need fake ones... she thought.
She smelled the scents of the kitchens from the end of the corridor and sprinted to the end. She loved to do that. When she was feeling charismatic, she let her energy flow and her smile free...but only in solitude...never for an audience. She kicked the door open, something she did often, and flew into the kitchen, stumbling, and laughing like a cynical idiot. The kitchen elves greeted her with fake smiles.
"Hey, kiddo," she greeted one of them rudely. "Gimme some grilled cheese, would ya? Just nice and toasty, not black, and not greasy. Make it easy for me, eh?"
She winked at the clumsy elf in a businesslike manner and sat on the floor, leaning against the counter she had just been facing. Once her bottom was firmly placed on the ground, she began dancing with her arms; punching the air and waving them about like a crazy person. Shuffling, her ipod switched to a slower song and she looked down at it, disappointed.
"Way to kill the buzz, man."
Citrine pulled her baggy, black pinstriped khakis over her hips, and clicked her seatbelt into place. The black shirt she had worn to bed had cat hair all over it, so she pulled it over her head and replaced it with a similar, black long-sleeved tee. Picking up her XL black hoodie and pulling it into place, she ran through the door of the Slytherin common room and headed toward the kitchens.
She strutted down the corridors, blasting Broadway musical soundtracks as loud as her headphones would allow. At the sight of her hood pulled over her eyes, black, fuzzy ears sprouted from the inside of the jacket's hood.
Not that I need fake ones... she thought.
She smelled the scents of the kitchens from the end of the corridor and sprinted to the end. She loved to do that. When she was feeling charismatic, she let her energy flow and her smile free...but only in solitude...never for an audience. She kicked the door open, something she did often, and flew into the kitchen, stumbling, and laughing like a cynical idiot. The kitchen elves greeted her with fake smiles.
"Hey, kiddo," she greeted one of them rudely. "Gimme some grilled cheese, would ya? Just nice and toasty, not black, and not greasy. Make it easy for me, eh?"
She winked at the clumsy elf in a businesslike manner and sat on the floor, leaning against the counter she had just been facing. Once her bottom was firmly placed on the ground, she began dancing with her arms; punching the air and waving them about like a crazy person. Shuffling, her ipod switched to a slower song and she looked down at it, disappointed.
"Way to kill the buzz, man."
