Post by emmeline vance on Jul 29, 2011 23:17:32 GMT -5
Emmaline sighed tiredly as she scaled the many steps of the west tower, a wrinkled letter clutched tightly in the grasp of her sweaty palm. She hadn't been aware that she was holding it so roughly and eased her fingers in the slightest. It was an awful day to be in dank, drafty tower, the putrid scent of owl droppings permeating the air. Normally the smell wouldn't bother her, she usually gave it no notice. But today it seemed as though ever breath she took made her choke, the air so thick it felt as though she was breathing the owls themselves. In the distance she heard the owls cry warmly from their room, the entire tower seeming to reverberate with the sound. She could hear each individual bird as though it were screaming into her ear, making her dizzy. With a delicate hand she lifted the letter above her eyes to block out the sunlight the filtered in.
Her limbs felt as though they were made of rubber but carrying lead weights at the end. Every movement was exhausting, and she found herself wondering not for the first time why she had waited a night to owl her parents. The weather was perfectly fine yesterday, pleasant even, but sometime in the night the temperature had spiked. Halfway into her trek through the castle her unnatural fatigue had set in. It had been like this for a week now, first cool then hot then comfortable. The first month of school had ended, and now that things had returned to a normal Hogwarts schedule (well, as normal as it could be given the circumstances), and a wave of sporadic weather had set in. It made no sense; Emmaline loved to be in school and attend class, but lately the pretty blond just felt so very blue and edgy from all that had been happening so that it was all she could do not to curl up into a tiny ball and cry. And now the sick, tired feeling had set in, so all she wanted to do was crawl into bed for hours. The experience was horrendous, and she was beginning to hate the size of the castle.
Now she was challenging herself just to keep those tired green eyes open, and even her hair felt heavy, as though it were pulling her head down. Somehow, in the fog of the pending heat-induced migraine, she had been unable to recall the spell to alleviate headaches. She could have sworn she had it memorized for just such an occasion, but now it escaped her. Not that it really mattered anymore; she was almost up to the owlery anyway, and after she had finished, she would just hurry off to see madam Pomfry and be right as rain once more.
The door of the owlery was now in sight, and the young Ravenclaw found herself hoping beyond hope that the dirty room would grant her some solitude.
Wouldn't it be just her luck that it didn't.
Her limbs felt as though they were made of rubber but carrying lead weights at the end. Every movement was exhausting, and she found herself wondering not for the first time why she had waited a night to owl her parents. The weather was perfectly fine yesterday, pleasant even, but sometime in the night the temperature had spiked. Halfway into her trek through the castle her unnatural fatigue had set in. It had been like this for a week now, first cool then hot then comfortable. The first month of school had ended, and now that things had returned to a normal Hogwarts schedule (well, as normal as it could be given the circumstances), and a wave of sporadic weather had set in. It made no sense; Emmaline loved to be in school and attend class, but lately the pretty blond just felt so very blue and edgy from all that had been happening so that it was all she could do not to curl up into a tiny ball and cry. And now the sick, tired feeling had set in, so all she wanted to do was crawl into bed for hours. The experience was horrendous, and she was beginning to hate the size of the castle.
Now she was challenging herself just to keep those tired green eyes open, and even her hair felt heavy, as though it were pulling her head down. Somehow, in the fog of the pending heat-induced migraine, she had been unable to recall the spell to alleviate headaches. She could have sworn she had it memorized for just such an occasion, but now it escaped her. Not that it really mattered anymore; she was almost up to the owlery anyway, and after she had finished, she would just hurry off to see madam Pomfry and be right as rain once more.
The door of the owlery was now in sight, and the young Ravenclaw found herself hoping beyond hope that the dirty room would grant her some solitude.
Wouldn't it be just her luck that it didn't.
