Post by OPHELIA LARA TARYN on Mar 28, 2013 22:51:58 GMT -5
Ophelia Taryn had often found that tiny break between classes incredibly helpful, she’d always been quite forgetful and in that fifteen minute waiting period she found herself once again trailing up to the Gryffindor common room. This time it had been her potions book, and god help her if she ever turned up to a lesson without one of the set texts, she personally liked her evenings free and didn’t fancy spending them writing lines or polishing the trophies in the trophy room. Not that she really knew where the detentions were held, she was far too sensible to find herself in trouble. And that one time did not count, it hadn’t been her fault.
Rushing into her room she grabbed the amber coloured book off of her bedside desk and sped through the door, the common room was almost empty the usual noise dissipated to the tiniest murmurings of an almost conversation. Needless to say her lack of time didn’t stop the tiny Gryffindor from checking her appearance in the large mirror, and it didn’t stop her from frowning then exhaling a sigh of acceptance.
The portrait door swung open and out she flew taking wide steps as she managed her way back to the depths of the school.
From the amount of sixth year students still cluttering the hallways and corridors Ophelia felt secure in the guess that class hadn’t started yet. But what to do for ten minutes, her friends were probably... Somewhere, unattainable, and there was no way she had enough time to find them and get to potions punctually. She sighed; well she’d meet them later it didn’t matter, her eyes wandered to the sunlit sky that blasted the freezing air with its deceptive rays. It was still incredibly frosty outside so as she pulled her hands into her robes she took the first step into the cold.
