Post by Alexandra Yates on Sept 3, 2011 15:58:11 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] A lone figure sat outside of the Clock Tower, watching those few students that were out there in the courtyard with her. She was missing home, her mother, her father, and most of all her lessons from her father. She felt that she was falling behind in order for her to control her abilities, and she knew that she approaching the period of the month where she would either have to see her father or he send her a “care†package. She could already feel herself weaken, and even though the sun was shining harmlessly down upon the students that was not the case for this one student. The rays beat down upon her, making her already sensitive condition worsen. She knew she would have to retreat inside soon, or dash into the shadows. Her usual pale complexion was starting to get a light shade of pink, and she knew that it was the start of a very nasty sunburn. She figured she had maybe an hour before she got as red as a lobster, and needed to go see Madam Pomfrey so that she wouldn’t literally boil out of her skin. She hoped that this school year wouldn’t be filled with creatures or her father’s enemies trying to kill her. So far not a year has gone by without someone doing their best to end her life, and she of course had outsmarted them. Her father had to eventually come to the school to make sure she was alright, and hoped that it did not come to that this year. How this year would turn out is still an unknown, as it is just starting and there is no telling what the future holds for her. A sound makes its way toward her, and the scent tells her it belongs to another student. She did not wish to have company now, not in her current state. She gritted her teeth as she prepared herself to fight the need to attack them for a taste of their blood. She really hoped her father either shows up or sends a package soon, or she would be deathly ill that he would have to arrive just to make sure she got better. 370 | open | watchout |