Post by ace on Dec 24, 2004 23:49:03 GMT -5
Is life just another game like some people say? If so, how do you cheat? By death? But isn't that the grandprize that lays before us anyways?
The young Ravenclaw got cought up in his work yet again. Inorging the small clock that ticked on the corner of the desk he sat at. He'd found a small private room that no one was using on one of the floors. There were some boxes on one side of the room, so he figured it was the storge. Though no one had ever came in here but him, atleast from what he knew. This is where he'd be if he wanted to be alone. Away from the world and all it's troubles.
The room was lit by the dim flames from the candles light. There were no windows, olny one door. It pretty much seemed like the prefect room for Ace to be in. He'd found this room once when he got lost on his way trying to get back to the Ravenclaw tower. That was after his kiss, and everything else the followed.
Currently, he was writing a letter it looked. With a small shoe box on the side of the desk, full of letters that would never be sent. Why you may ask? Because the person these letters were to was ......... dead. That's right, dead. As in non-living and never shall walk on this earth again. But for some reason, the dark haired student kept writing these letter to that person.
He was half asleep when he finaly notice the small metal circle on his desk, the clocking giving alittle chiming sound when both hands touched the '12'. "Midnight already?" He yawned again. It'd be hard for him to get back to his room now with getting cought, so he'd be stuck having to sleep here again. Luckly, in one of the boxes Ace had looked in were some blankets if he needed them.
It would be christmas soon and yet again, he would get nothing and would not be able to give anything. He'd simply stay to his work and maybe try to sneak in the libary again for a book to read to kill time. It's not like he had 'friends', unless you call a couple of the Hufflepuffs or the Slytherins that tryed to threaten or trick him so they could use him for his brain. And there had been a few first, sometimes older years, students would'd done it.
The ravenclaw got up from his desk and went over, blowing a couple of the candles out, before coming back and slipping the piece of paper in to an envolpe and setting it in side the shoe box before finaly placing the cardboard lid on it.
(( -Wipes forhead- o.o Wow. Long. I hope someone joins. ^>^ Pwease?))
The young Ravenclaw got cought up in his work yet again. Inorging the small clock that ticked on the corner of the desk he sat at. He'd found a small private room that no one was using on one of the floors. There were some boxes on one side of the room, so he figured it was the storge. Though no one had ever came in here but him, atleast from what he knew. This is where he'd be if he wanted to be alone. Away from the world and all it's troubles.
The room was lit by the dim flames from the candles light. There were no windows, olny one door. It pretty much seemed like the prefect room for Ace to be in. He'd found this room once when he got lost on his way trying to get back to the Ravenclaw tower. That was after his kiss, and everything else the followed.
Currently, he was writing a letter it looked. With a small shoe box on the side of the desk, full of letters that would never be sent. Why you may ask? Because the person these letters were to was ......... dead. That's right, dead. As in non-living and never shall walk on this earth again. But for some reason, the dark haired student kept writing these letter to that person.
He was half asleep when he finaly notice the small metal circle on his desk, the clocking giving alittle chiming sound when both hands touched the '12'. "Midnight already?" He yawned again. It'd be hard for him to get back to his room now with getting cought, so he'd be stuck having to sleep here again. Luckly, in one of the boxes Ace had looked in were some blankets if he needed them.
It would be christmas soon and yet again, he would get nothing and would not be able to give anything. He'd simply stay to his work and maybe try to sneak in the libary again for a book to read to kill time. It's not like he had 'friends', unless you call a couple of the Hufflepuffs or the Slytherins that tryed to threaten or trick him so they could use him for his brain. And there had been a few first, sometimes older years, students would'd done it.
The ravenclaw got up from his desk and went over, blowing a couple of the candles out, before coming back and slipping the piece of paper in to an envolpe and setting it in side the shoe box before finaly placing the cardboard lid on it.
(( -Wipes forhead- o.o Wow. Long. I hope someone joins. ^>^ Pwease?))