Post by orin on Nov 23, 2008 4:50:51 GMT -5
Surprisingly enough, Orin hadn't gotten lost. He'd managed to find his way to Gryffindor Tower, stow his things away there, and remark that it was completely empty. It was quite strange, he thought, and it was starting to creep him out, so he headed out of the common room and randomly down a hallway. The inhabitants of the paintings that lined the walls seemed to notice how out of place he looked, and Orin experienced a moment of paranoid conviction that they were whispering about him, tittering behind their hands, indeed, plotting against him. There hadn't been nearly so many paintings at Thornfield Academy. Orin was unaccustomed to the gauntlet that stretched out before him. He heaved a deep breath into his chest and headed for a doorway at the other end of the hallway. He could see that it opened onto a spiral stone staircase; certainly not a suitable locale for hanging paintings!
As he made his way onward, with no particular goal in mind, Orin reflected on the long journey that had led him to Hogwarts. More than just the plane ride, of course, which wasn't too long of a journey in and of itself, but for the first time Orin felt as though he'd gotten far away from where he'd begun. He was far away from everything he'd known, and it was deliciously exhilarating. For some reason he felt as though he ought to change himself entirely, reinvent himself as something different, at least something mildly interesting. He had to express more publicly the massive change that geographical and temporal distance from his past had wrought.
But then, after a bit more thought, he realized that it would take a whole lot of effort to reinvent himself. So Orin abandoned that train of thought immediately.
When he found himself in the Owlery, the boy shrugged, rummaged around in his pockets for a ragged bit of parchment, and sat to write a quick note to his family letting them know that he had arrived safely.
As he made his way onward, with no particular goal in mind, Orin reflected on the long journey that had led him to Hogwarts. More than just the plane ride, of course, which wasn't too long of a journey in and of itself, but for the first time Orin felt as though he'd gotten far away from where he'd begun. He was far away from everything he'd known, and it was deliciously exhilarating. For some reason he felt as though he ought to change himself entirely, reinvent himself as something different, at least something mildly interesting. He had to express more publicly the massive change that geographical and temporal distance from his past had wrought.
But then, after a bit more thought, he realized that it would take a whole lot of effort to reinvent himself. So Orin abandoned that train of thought immediately.
When he found himself in the Owlery, the boy shrugged, rummaged around in his pockets for a ragged bit of parchment, and sat to write a quick note to his family letting them know that he had arrived safely.