- Messages
- 291
- OOC First Name
- Mintzy
- Wand
- Walnut Wand 14 1/2" Essence of Vampire Blood
- Age
- 1/2012
The girl frowned, looking up from the schoolbooks spread out in front of her as another rumble of thunder resounded through the common room. A big storm was brewing and after a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, she could see the treetops in the Forbidden Forest sway and rustle. All in all, Milena felt as though it were a beautiful night; she had a certain penchant for thunderstorms. A longing for home struck the Slytherin and she sighed, pushing herself away from the table at which she sat, stretching her limbs, casting another glance outside. The rain was coming down in sheets, hammering against the windows, but it wasn't a noise that had irritated her. Rather, it was one that had lulled her mind into a zone that had enabled her to get her work done; indeed, there was maybe a few more sentences she needed to add to her essay and it would be complete. Did such hard work not deserve a reward or, at the very least, a break? Milena certainly thought so, so a break is what she would take. There wasn't really a reward waiting for her, anyhow. Or maybe her reward was the break? Giving a nod to no one in particular, she wandered up to her dormitory to retrieve her jacket and a pair of shoes. Presently, Milena only had socks on and while she wasn't planning on actually stepping outside, she didn't want to wander the halls in her socks.
Pulling her denim jacket from the folds of her mess of clothes at the foot of her bed, Milena slipped it on over her shirt. Her shirt was a mess of vibrant color, bright pinks and purples, neon yellows and blues streaked across it. It hung off of one shoulder and rested just at her hips, the fabric quite soft against her skin from being worn often. And rather than wear the jeans that had been on earlier, she was wearing sweatpants that fit her rather snugly. It was all intensely comfortable, in fact, everything about her screamed 'relaxed' tonight, for her straight hair was pulled back into a ponytail, too. For some reason that was inexplicable to her, Milena was in a rather good mood. Perhaps it had everything to do with the storm outside? She didn't really know and shrugged as she slipped her feet into white tennis shoes. She was all ready to go when she contemplated what to do with her schoolwork. It was late enough that most students would be in bed and there had only been a few stragglers in the common room. Odds were good that nothing would be touched. And, if something was, the girl could always find the culprit later and deal with them accordingly. With those thoughts resolved in her head, Milena waltzed right out of the common room and into the corridors as if she owned the place. What was one more detention to her? She wasn't going to slink around in the shadows like a criminal, let her be discovered. She would thank the poor fool that handed it to her and be on her merry way.
Tucking her hands into her pockets as she approached the great doors just outside the Great Hall that led in to and out of the castle, Milena came to a stop. If they were locked, she would need to be creative. If they were unlocked,as was so often the case,then there was little for her to worry about. She reached a hand out, grasping the handle and turning it, rather hoping that it would not simply refuse to budge but that the latch would click. A smile appeared on her face as it clicked, and she pulled the door open just enough so that she might slip through out to freedom. There was enough of an overhang from the castle so that one could stand near to the doors and stay out of the elements. That was currently where Milena stood, eyes adjusting to the pitch black darkness that surrounded her, broken by flashes of lightning. Being here now easily made her recall all the times she had sat in her windowsill, staring outside simply to watch the storm, back at home. The ache that had stirred earlier returned now, and she blew out another sigh. Every now and again that homesickness bug would strike, catching her unawares. And, usually, she was able to shake it off, but it was something about doing the same thing here and now that she had done at home, where it was obvious something was missing. Brushing a wayward strand of hair back from her eyes, Milena sat on the cool stone, back pressed against the castle, knees gathered to her chest. Despite the crashing noise around her and the howl of the wind that occasionally whipped at her figure, the Slytherin found herself at peace. There didn't have to be that calm before the storm, or the calm after the storm, for her to find that quiet place that she so seldom found. It fit her personality that she could only find it when she was in the thick of a storm, one that was loud and showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.
Pulling her denim jacket from the folds of her mess of clothes at the foot of her bed, Milena slipped it on over her shirt. Her shirt was a mess of vibrant color, bright pinks and purples, neon yellows and blues streaked across it. It hung off of one shoulder and rested just at her hips, the fabric quite soft against her skin from being worn often. And rather than wear the jeans that had been on earlier, she was wearing sweatpants that fit her rather snugly. It was all intensely comfortable, in fact, everything about her screamed 'relaxed' tonight, for her straight hair was pulled back into a ponytail, too. For some reason that was inexplicable to her, Milena was in a rather good mood. Perhaps it had everything to do with the storm outside? She didn't really know and shrugged as she slipped her feet into white tennis shoes. She was all ready to go when she contemplated what to do with her schoolwork. It was late enough that most students would be in bed and there had only been a few stragglers in the common room. Odds were good that nothing would be touched. And, if something was, the girl could always find the culprit later and deal with them accordingly. With those thoughts resolved in her head, Milena waltzed right out of the common room and into the corridors as if she owned the place. What was one more detention to her? She wasn't going to slink around in the shadows like a criminal, let her be discovered. She would thank the poor fool that handed it to her and be on her merry way.
Tucking her hands into her pockets as she approached the great doors just outside the Great Hall that led in to and out of the castle, Milena came to a stop. If they were locked, she would need to be creative. If they were unlocked,as was so often the case,then there was little for her to worry about. She reached a hand out, grasping the handle and turning it, rather hoping that it would not simply refuse to budge but that the latch would click. A smile appeared on her face as it clicked, and she pulled the door open just enough so that she might slip through out to freedom. There was enough of an overhang from the castle so that one could stand near to the doors and stay out of the elements. That was currently where Milena stood, eyes adjusting to the pitch black darkness that surrounded her, broken by flashes of lightning. Being here now easily made her recall all the times she had sat in her windowsill, staring outside simply to watch the storm, back at home. The ache that had stirred earlier returned now, and she blew out another sigh. Every now and again that homesickness bug would strike, catching her unawares. And, usually, she was able to shake it off, but it was something about doing the same thing here and now that she had done at home, where it was obvious something was missing. Brushing a wayward strand of hair back from her eyes, Milena sat on the cool stone, back pressed against the castle, knees gathered to her chest. Despite the crashing noise around her and the howl of the wind that occasionally whipped at her figure, the Slytherin found herself at peace. There didn't have to be that calm before the storm, or the calm after the storm, for her to find that quiet place that she so seldom found. It fit her personality that she could only find it when she was in the thick of a storm, one that was loud and showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.
Out of Character:
- Sorry for my long post, I was just in the mood for a long post. No worries I don't usually post long like this.