Post by cienabarboza on Jan 2, 2008 21:14:17 GMT -5
The raven-haired girl crossed and uncrossed her legs in the stiff chair. She could still hear the ominous drip of the dungeons outside the common room as she read the nonsense before her. Ciena twisted a black ringlet around her finger, taking note on one of the divination books the students were assigned.
It had only been four years since she had taken the course, and yet the book had definitely changed since then. Where was the traditional? What happened to the old teachings her grandmother had taught her? Unfogging the Future was a load of Ministry crap. Ciena slammed the book shut and tossed it to the side, taking her Gucci reading glasses off her green eyes. Tossing her hands behind her head she let out a sigh, though it was a little rustic and far from repair, she remembered making her home in the Slytherin House long ago.
Cursing the Gryffindors, giving the teachers hell, being away from home. And the last thing really was best part, but now that she had made her home in Hogsmeade, she felt that she was free from the worry of having to go home.
Her first lesson was coming up and Ciena couldn’t help but feel a little bit of a power streak surge through her veins. Now there were people SHE could boss around, instead of having her whole life planned from the get go.
A pleasant smirk crossed Ciena’s face as she kicked off her black stilettos towards the fire and turned the whole seat towards the burning embers.
It had only been four years since she had taken the course, and yet the book had definitely changed since then. Where was the traditional? What happened to the old teachings her grandmother had taught her? Unfogging the Future was a load of Ministry crap. Ciena slammed the book shut and tossed it to the side, taking her Gucci reading glasses off her green eyes. Tossing her hands behind her head she let out a sigh, though it was a little rustic and far from repair, she remembered making her home in the Slytherin House long ago.
Cursing the Gryffindors, giving the teachers hell, being away from home. And the last thing really was best part, but now that she had made her home in Hogsmeade, she felt that she was free from the worry of having to go home.
Her first lesson was coming up and Ciena couldn’t help but feel a little bit of a power streak surge through her veins. Now there were people SHE could boss around, instead of having her whole life planned from the get go.
A pleasant smirk crossed Ciena’s face as she kicked off her black stilettos towards the fire and turned the whole seat towards the burning embers.