Post by Kate Weston on Jul 1, 2006 10:33:41 GMT 10
A sixteen year old, raven haired girl sat at the Slytherin table, looking down at her food. Her hair was draped over one shoulder, and her bangs covering her face slightly. All that was really noticable were her eyes. They were icy blue and piercing. Who was she? None other than Katelyn Weston. Kate, to everyone. She was the one who always sat in the back of classes, quiet as a mouse. Yes, that was her. She didn't think she would ever outgrow it. It seemed to haunt her like one of those dreams that you have that won't stop. No matter what you try.
She often had the momentary relapses of being made fun of at home with her cousins, sometimes longer than others. That was what was happening now. She would come out of it for a few seconds, then drift back in. She had yet to tell anyone she knew about it. She didn't want them to worry.She sighed as she stared at her food, poking at it lightly with her fork. She wasn't that hungry, but she didn't want to leave the table. She glanced up occasionally, only to hear random bits and peices of the conversations around her.
She jerked herself out of her reverie, only to hear something ridiculous come from one of the other houses. She smiled slightly, shaking her head. No matter what mood she was in, she could always find something that made her smile. She looked around the room, sighing to herself. She shrugged the thought she had just had off, running a hand through her hair to push it out of her face. She pushed it over her shoulders and readjusted herself in her seat. She looked at her riends and the other students, all enjoying themselves and couldn't exactly help but feel out of place.
She tilted her head, scrunching her nose and picking her fork back up, resuming to eat. She wasn't really in the mood to speak though. She just felt like disappearing for a while, getting away from it all. It was the same as what it was every year. She knew she couldn't go home. Nor did she want to. Hogwarts was like her home, and she knew she loved it there. It was just that, well, sometimes she got a bit.. fed up with all of the drama. She sighed and continued eating, wondering if someone she really knew was going to come in, or if she was going to just wind up sitting there, bored.
She often had the momentary relapses of being made fun of at home with her cousins, sometimes longer than others. That was what was happening now. She would come out of it for a few seconds, then drift back in. She had yet to tell anyone she knew about it. She didn't want them to worry.She sighed as she stared at her food, poking at it lightly with her fork. She wasn't that hungry, but she didn't want to leave the table. She glanced up occasionally, only to hear random bits and peices of the conversations around her.
She jerked herself out of her reverie, only to hear something ridiculous come from one of the other houses. She smiled slightly, shaking her head. No matter what mood she was in, she could always find something that made her smile. She looked around the room, sighing to herself. She shrugged the thought she had just had off, running a hand through her hair to push it out of her face. She pushed it over her shoulders and readjusted herself in her seat. She looked at her riends and the other students, all enjoying themselves and couldn't exactly help but feel out of place.
She tilted her head, scrunching her nose and picking her fork back up, resuming to eat. She wasn't really in the mood to speak though. She just felt like disappearing for a while, getting away from it all. It was the same as what it was every year. She knew she couldn't go home. Nor did she want to. Hogwarts was like her home, and she knew she loved it there. It was just that, well, sometimes she got a bit.. fed up with all of the drama. She sighed and continued eating, wondering if someone she really knew was going to come in, or if she was going to just wind up sitting there, bored.
