Post by Mary Macdonald on Oct 10, 2013 20:37:52 GMT -5
Despite not being too fond of early mornings (in fact, she was not a morning person at all), Mary did enjoy these quiet moments when the castle still seemed half asleep, especially on the weekends. When she couldn't sleep in like she'd rather do, the female would often roam about the castle and the grounds, basking in the silence that was usually a bit harder to find during the waking hours.
She made her way towards the lake, the leaves crunching under her boot-clad feet, and her hands tucked in the pockets of her coat, as she struggled to keep the cold away. It was a chilly morning, and her breath came out in white puffs, her cheeks gaining a rosy tint from the cold. Nevertheless, she smiled as she arrived. The lake had always been among her favorite places in the castle, and the female used to come here often, for no other reason than just too look at it.
Her hands still in her pockets, Mary walked alongside the shore for a while, following the edge of the water.
Post by Andromeda Black on Oct 14, 2013 15:24:18 GMT -5
Sometimes Andromeda wished very fervently that she had been born into any other family than her own. The letter she had received last night was still clutched in her hand. Somehow her mother had gotten word of her rather ‘crass and unimaginable’ behavior towards the ‘mudbloods and dirty blooded’ students of the school. Her lips were curled into a sneer very reminiscent of her Black ancestors at the thought. Andromeda wondered which one of her sisters had written to their parents, or perhaps it had been someone else entirely. A cousin she did not care to remember with how interrelated the Blacks were to nearly every ‘pureblood’ Wizard family in Britain. Either way, she had been given a warning on how to properly conduct herself or there would be consequences once the Christmas holidays came in December.
She shoved the letter angrily into her cloak pocket and wrapped her emerald and silver scarf more securely around her neck. There was little she could do at present but vent her anger in some manner. If she had brought her broom, then she would have venture off straight to the Quidditch Pitch. Andromeda sighed quietly before expelling the anger from her for now. She would simply ignore the letter and continue on as she pleased. Well, perhaps a little more quietly. As much as she disliked her family’s views, she could not simply flaunt her own morals as openly as Sirius did. She admired him greatly for being true to himself, but she was not him. There was still the fear of disappointing her family in some way.
Her trek to the lake took her somewhat by surprise, since she had not noticed which direction she was heading in. Andromeda paused for a moment and looked into the eerily still waters of the lake. Soon enough the weather would become colder and there would be a sheen of ice over it. It was only the first month of the term, but the summer warmth had quickly disappeared as autumn began to make itself known. Grey eyes flickered upward to notice another girl walking ahead of her. Curiosity got the better of her and she walked forward to catch a glimpse of her face.
