- Messages
- 324
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Looking)
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Age
- 17
If the forbidden forest were truly dangerous, Van reasoned, it wouldn't have been left up to a single warning good faith to keep the children out of it. There would have been magical barriers, a strategically placed tombstone etched with the name of a former pupil - that sort of thing. Van had come to the edge of the forest once or twice just to see if there was anything to dissuade her from entering, but besides an eerie mist that seemed to reach out from between the trees with silvery hands and point back in the direction she'd come, there was nothing. And that was just her imagination.
It was six o'clock. While most of the children - and, with any luck, professors - were flowing into the great hall for dinner, Van was standing at the tree line, hugging her stomach to keep three cheese rolls from falling out of her shirt. If she and Eugene were skipping dinner to explore the forest, they'd need some sort of sustenance, after all. There had been four rolls, but she had lost one half way across the lawn and hadn't dared turn back to grab it lest she drew attention to herself.
He would be here any moment - if he hadn't chickened out, of course. Van didn't really think Eugene would let her down, but standing in the half-light with mist coiling around her ankles, she felt terribly alone.
It was six o'clock. While most of the children - and, with any luck, professors - were flowing into the great hall for dinner, Van was standing at the tree line, hugging her stomach to keep three cheese rolls from falling out of her shirt. If she and Eugene were skipping dinner to explore the forest, they'd need some sort of sustenance, after all. There had been four rolls, but she had lost one half way across the lawn and hadn't dared turn back to grab it lest she drew attention to herself.
He would be here any moment - if he hadn't chickened out, of course. Van didn't really think Eugene would let her down, but standing in the half-light with mist coiling around her ankles, she felt terribly alone.