Post by Ella Fortuna Trengove on Dec 2, 2012 6:36:23 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are
Now if there was one thing in this world Ella hated… it was pickles. And then the vast majority of her family. And then bullies. But coming in at number four was the cold. God did she hate the cold. See she didn’t mind looking at the snow, it was beautiful really, but she hated to go outside in it. No, there wasn’t any snow currently falling from the sky but there was a thick layer of it that she had to trudge her way through. Of course there was the fact that she also hated cold weather clothing. Sure, some of the winter jackets were super cute, but for a girl that owned mostly skirts and dresses it wasn’t pleasant and she was kind of underweight so it wasn’t like she could just shrug off the cold like a polar bear. And then there were those stupid shoes. Winter weather shoes sucked. Yes, they made life easier I terms of not getting frostbite and walking through the snow but since they didn’t have heels she felt completely infinitesimal. Her height was the only thing about her body that she was really insecure about, the reason why she nearly always wore heels.
Needless to say, the brunette was less than thrilled with the fact that she had to go through all this snow just to get from the Quidditch pitch back to the castle. Why did everything have to be so far away? Yes, this was a castle. And yes, it had a very large campus, but clearly architects from a thousand didn’t think it out very well. Stupid inconsiderate medieval architects. But at least it wasn’t like how as a first year when she wasn’t even four feet tall yet which made everything see like a longer walk and even though she had still be thin, she wasn’t as fit as she was now. Back then she’d be out of breath from the simplest bit of walking. Her first trip to the owlery had nearly killed her.
Pulling her trench coat closer to her body Ella continued to mutter darkly about how much she hated the snow. ”I’m just going to go straight to the common room and that’s it,” she grumbled, rubbing her hands together and wishing she’d remembered to bring gloves. Yeah, that would have been a wise decision. But then again, Ella never seemed to make the wise decisions so it wasn’t as though this was out of the norm. Weren’t you supposed to move around fast to get your blood circulating and therefore warm you up? That never seemed to work all that well with Ella but at this point she was feeling absolutely frigid. What more harm could it do?
Quickening her pace to a fast walk and keeping her hands tucked in her coat pocket it didn’t take very long for her to reach the courtyard after that. Good, I’m nearly there now, she thought, pausing to take a breath since she’d gotten to the point that she had pretty much been jogging along. Not the most strenuous of activities, but Ella wasn’t much for running or even jogging distances and when the Quidditch pitch and courtyard were as far away as they were… well you do it without being a little bit out of breath. For a moment her Attention Deficit Ooh Shiny kicked in as she paused to admire the columns that were in the windows. ”Okay, maybe those medieval architects did know what they were doing after all,” she said to herself before stopping to sneeze. Ugh, she hated her sneeze, it was so squeaky and annoying and high pitched and embarrassing. ”Or maybe they just want to distract me so that I’ll get sick.” Stupid medieval architects, trying to distract her to stay in the cold and get sick. Well screw them, she was going inside and nothing was going to stop that from happening.
Needless to say, the brunette was less than thrilled with the fact that she had to go through all this snow just to get from the Quidditch pitch back to the castle. Why did everything have to be so far away? Yes, this was a castle. And yes, it had a very large campus, but clearly architects from a thousand didn’t think it out very well. Stupid inconsiderate medieval architects. But at least it wasn’t like how as a first year when she wasn’t even four feet tall yet which made everything see like a longer walk and even though she had still be thin, she wasn’t as fit as she was now. Back then she’d be out of breath from the simplest bit of walking. Her first trip to the owlery had nearly killed her.
Pulling her trench coat closer to her body Ella continued to mutter darkly about how much she hated the snow. ”I’m just going to go straight to the common room and that’s it,” she grumbled, rubbing her hands together and wishing she’d remembered to bring gloves. Yeah, that would have been a wise decision. But then again, Ella never seemed to make the wise decisions so it wasn’t as though this was out of the norm. Weren’t you supposed to move around fast to get your blood circulating and therefore warm you up? That never seemed to work all that well with Ella but at this point she was feeling absolutely frigid. What more harm could it do?
Quickening her pace to a fast walk and keeping her hands tucked in her coat pocket it didn’t take very long for her to reach the courtyard after that. Good, I’m nearly there now, she thought, pausing to take a breath since she’d gotten to the point that she had pretty much been jogging along. Not the most strenuous of activities, but Ella wasn’t much for running or even jogging distances and when the Quidditch pitch and courtyard were as far away as they were… well you do it without being a little bit out of breath. For a moment her Attention Deficit Ooh Shiny kicked in as she paused to admire the columns that were in the windows. ”Okay, maybe those medieval architects did know what they were doing after all,” she said to herself before stopping to sneeze. Ugh, she hated her sneeze, it was so squeaky and annoying and high pitched and embarrassing. ”Or maybe they just want to distract me so that I’ll get sick.” Stupid medieval architects, trying to distract her to stay in the cold and get sick. Well screw them, she was going inside and nothing was going to stop that from happening.
NOTES: Sorry my first posts are kind of rambly and pointless, plus it was 3 AM | TAG: Sirius Black | Words: 656 | OUTFIT
