- Messages
- 39
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 3/2036
Open after Seren!
Deepa did have a map, yes. Had she remembered to take it out of her bag before she went off exploring the castle? Not exactly. All right, so she'd thought about bringing it - she hadn't really forgotten - but after making her way to the great hall three times she'd arrogantly assumed she no longer needed it. As it turned out, the castle was full of passageways that went round and round; corridors led off to nowhere, or turned up in unexpected places; doors weren't always placed where they should have been. And then there was the staircase. It was very easy to turn around and go back the way she'd come without even realising it. After an hour or so of this, she was beginning to get tired, and, though she was loathe to admit it, a teeny tiny bit worried. Would she ever get back to the common room? She would have asked somebody for directions, but that would have been embarrassing, and she couldn't spot anybody she recognised from sorting.
Leaning on a random door, she found herself suddenly in a large, open room filled with cabinets and tables, upon which hundreds of trophies stood glittering proudly in the early evening light. There were trophies for Quidditch, and house points, and competitions and contests and just about everything else. Glancing over her shoulder to ensure she was alone, she picked up one of the Quidditch trophies, wondering what it would be like to see her own name on it one day. A ghost of a thrill travelled through her, and she thrust the cup in the air as if she had just secured a victory for Gryffindor. As she indulged in the fantasy, she grew more and more excited, jumping up and down and racing around the room with the trophy lifted above her head, cheering in a stage whisper as she showed her prize off to all her imaginary new fans.
Deepa did have a map, yes. Had she remembered to take it out of her bag before she went off exploring the castle? Not exactly. All right, so she'd thought about bringing it - she hadn't really forgotten - but after making her way to the great hall three times she'd arrogantly assumed she no longer needed it. As it turned out, the castle was full of passageways that went round and round; corridors led off to nowhere, or turned up in unexpected places; doors weren't always placed where they should have been. And then there was the staircase. It was very easy to turn around and go back the way she'd come without even realising it. After an hour or so of this, she was beginning to get tired, and, though she was loathe to admit it, a teeny tiny bit worried. Would she ever get back to the common room? She would have asked somebody for directions, but that would have been embarrassing, and she couldn't spot anybody she recognised from sorting.
Leaning on a random door, she found herself suddenly in a large, open room filled with cabinets and tables, upon which hundreds of trophies stood glittering proudly in the early evening light. There were trophies for Quidditch, and house points, and competitions and contests and just about everything else. Glancing over her shoulder to ensure she was alone, she picked up one of the Quidditch trophies, wondering what it would be like to see her own name on it one day. A ghost of a thrill travelled through her, and she thrust the cup in the air as if she had just secured a victory for Gryffindor. As she indulged in the fantasy, she grew more and more excited, jumping up and down and racing around the room with the trophy lifted above her head, cheering in a stage whisper as she showed her prize off to all her imaginary new fans.