Post by mallan on Feb 12, 2008 5:36:05 GMT -5
It was not the same morning as Mallan’s last few mornings had been. This time his awareness was brought back more slowly instead of being forced awake by induced fear. Emotions did not grip him and linger after awakening but he still was aware of their presence after the dream passes. Opening his eyes, Mallan let a few moments pass just gazing at the ceiling. The image of a phoenix danced across the ceiling, still imprinted upon his vision, as if looking at a light for too long. Blinking a few times, Mallan waited for the image to disappear. Unlike the other mornings he felt a calming reassurance; a feeling that things were going to work out.
He appreciated the affect; yesterday he had fallen asleep frustrated with the amount of paperwork due. He had been thrust into a whole new world and at first it seemed that he was handling it well but the amount of information was drying his brain. Mallan had always been a sponge, absorbing every little detail, but yesterday he felt as if he was missing things and information was just flying by him and he could not catch it. Even though he had awoken early he felt renewed, almost born again and the thought made Mallan chuckle. The memory of receiving his wand at Ollivander’s played quickly in his mind. “A lotus and a phoenix,” Mallan thought, “what a blessing.”
With throwing off the blankets a cool breeze swirled across his bare skin. Normally the affect would have raised goose bumps across his whole body but this time it merely brought a calming sensation that enhanced his already splendid awakening. Walking over to his closet, Mallan opened the doors. This morning was going to be training with D’rorah and so he had to pick out something that would be comfortable in case D’rorah decided upon physical training. Looking across his selection, Mallan decided he would wear slightly baggy, light blue slack pants and a long sleeved blue shirt. Over his wrists he added off-white leather bracers that contained a wand slot with which Mallan added his wand. He had noticed that Zee stored his wand in such a manner and thought the idea good enough to copy. Normally he would have had a leather vest with the wand slot across his heart but he did not feel the desire to wear a vest today. Mallan adjusted his leather cord which held his charm and then added the last item, a pair of leather soled cloth shoes.
Grabbing his book bag that he carried with him everywhere on campus, Mallan made his way through the warmth of the common room and headed out towards the house elf kitchen to settle his stomach with a bite of warm breakfast. The cold airs of the hallways were harsher than that of his room but it still did not bother him. It seemed that ever since becoming the Master of Wind the air bothered him not but rather comforted him no matter the temperature. It was nice to be able to walk freely in the cold and ignore the bite of it on the skin. As he walked, Mallan pondered over the course of training D’rorah would have for him today. His hopes maintained for mental training but anything that bettered himself was of worth.
His stomach was fine until the third floor at which point it decided that it was no longer satisfied and began grumbling about its emptiness. The moving pictures along the walls could not hold his interest against his stomach and so his thoughts left the marvel of the images and began considering what he was going to request for breakfast. “What do I want?” Mallan queried. By the time he figured it out he already arrived at the kitchens. Upon his arrival he noticed the house elves where already busying themselves with the work for the morning. Mallan quickly found Baerdie, a friendly house elf that did not mind making Mallan breakfast occasionally. He remembered his first excursion down here; most of the house elves were not so friendly and it took him talking to a few to finally meet Baerdie.
Good morning Baerdie, would you mind making me breakfast? I was hoping for Yorkshire Pudding with bacon and sausage gravy, and a side of fruit.
Baerdie quickly agreed and while he went off to make the meal Mallan took a seat at a small table. While he waited, he could not help but remember his mum’s breakfasts. She was a marvelous cook and her Yorkshire Puddings were unbelievable. Mallan knew that Baerdie could not copy his mother’s recipe but eating it still brought back fond memories of the good days when his whole family would sit down and eat breakfast together. He had a hard time remembering the last time they had all sat down for breakfast; it must have been over three years. His mum always whined at him for wanting the puddings for breakfast. He could remember her voice clearly as she lectured how it was only proper with dinner.
Baerdie was quick and Mallan thanked him as the house elf set the food on the table. Taking his time, Mallan finished eating and headed for the Ravenclaw common room where he was to meet with D’rorah for his morning training. There had been no one up on his way down to the kitchen but now as he made his way back up the floors there were a few students bustling around every so often. It was still extremely quiet as it was still too early for most of the students to have a reason to be up. Making his way up the floors, Mallan came to the common room and sat down to wait for D’rorah. He was actually surprised that she was not already out waiting for him though a little extra sleep never hurt anyone and he knew that she had been in need for quite some time now. Mallan did not even bother to pull out his sketch pad as he usually would have done; he knew she would show up within moments.
He appreciated the affect; yesterday he had fallen asleep frustrated with the amount of paperwork due. He had been thrust into a whole new world and at first it seemed that he was handling it well but the amount of information was drying his brain. Mallan had always been a sponge, absorbing every little detail, but yesterday he felt as if he was missing things and information was just flying by him and he could not catch it. Even though he had awoken early he felt renewed, almost born again and the thought made Mallan chuckle. The memory of receiving his wand at Ollivander’s played quickly in his mind. “A lotus and a phoenix,” Mallan thought, “what a blessing.”
With throwing off the blankets a cool breeze swirled across his bare skin. Normally the affect would have raised goose bumps across his whole body but this time it merely brought a calming sensation that enhanced his already splendid awakening. Walking over to his closet, Mallan opened the doors. This morning was going to be training with D’rorah and so he had to pick out something that would be comfortable in case D’rorah decided upon physical training. Looking across his selection, Mallan decided he would wear slightly baggy, light blue slack pants and a long sleeved blue shirt. Over his wrists he added off-white leather bracers that contained a wand slot with which Mallan added his wand. He had noticed that Zee stored his wand in such a manner and thought the idea good enough to copy. Normally he would have had a leather vest with the wand slot across his heart but he did not feel the desire to wear a vest today. Mallan adjusted his leather cord which held his charm and then added the last item, a pair of leather soled cloth shoes.
Grabbing his book bag that he carried with him everywhere on campus, Mallan made his way through the warmth of the common room and headed out towards the house elf kitchen to settle his stomach with a bite of warm breakfast. The cold airs of the hallways were harsher than that of his room but it still did not bother him. It seemed that ever since becoming the Master of Wind the air bothered him not but rather comforted him no matter the temperature. It was nice to be able to walk freely in the cold and ignore the bite of it on the skin. As he walked, Mallan pondered over the course of training D’rorah would have for him today. His hopes maintained for mental training but anything that bettered himself was of worth.
His stomach was fine until the third floor at which point it decided that it was no longer satisfied and began grumbling about its emptiness. The moving pictures along the walls could not hold his interest against his stomach and so his thoughts left the marvel of the images and began considering what he was going to request for breakfast. “What do I want?” Mallan queried. By the time he figured it out he already arrived at the kitchens. Upon his arrival he noticed the house elves where already busying themselves with the work for the morning. Mallan quickly found Baerdie, a friendly house elf that did not mind making Mallan breakfast occasionally. He remembered his first excursion down here; most of the house elves were not so friendly and it took him talking to a few to finally meet Baerdie.
Good morning Baerdie, would you mind making me breakfast? I was hoping for Yorkshire Pudding with bacon and sausage gravy, and a side of fruit.
Baerdie quickly agreed and while he went off to make the meal Mallan took a seat at a small table. While he waited, he could not help but remember his mum’s breakfasts. She was a marvelous cook and her Yorkshire Puddings were unbelievable. Mallan knew that Baerdie could not copy his mother’s recipe but eating it still brought back fond memories of the good days when his whole family would sit down and eat breakfast together. He had a hard time remembering the last time they had all sat down for breakfast; it must have been over three years. His mum always whined at him for wanting the puddings for breakfast. He could remember her voice clearly as she lectured how it was only proper with dinner.
Baerdie was quick and Mallan thanked him as the house elf set the food on the table. Taking his time, Mallan finished eating and headed for the Ravenclaw common room where he was to meet with D’rorah for his morning training. There had been no one up on his way down to the kitchen but now as he made his way back up the floors there were a few students bustling around every so often. It was still extremely quiet as it was still too early for most of the students to have a reason to be up. Making his way up the floors, Mallan came to the common room and sat down to wait for D’rorah. He was actually surprised that she was not already out waiting for him though a little extra sleep never hurt anyone and he knew that she had been in need for quite some time now. Mallan did not even bother to pull out his sketch pad as he usually would have done; he knew she would show up within moments.
