- Messages
- 666
- OOC First Name
- ★ Missy
- Wand
- Yew Wand 14" Essence of Fairy Dust
Willow Autumn was the only student in the Student Lounge, in which she was quite grateful for.
She didn't care much about her studies, nor did she really care about much in general. She hated the world, she hated Hogwarts. She hated magic. She hated herself. She disliked her friends. She hated reality. She hated her sickness. In summary; she hated everything in current terms. Pulling up one of many squishy, comfy armchairs in the student lounge, she pulled it next to a window, sat down and propped her feet up on the window sill and gazed quietly at the passing clouds.
She didn't mind gazing at fluffy white clouds but she much preferred to gaze at the stars at night, the cover of darkness was a good cover, like a security blanket of some sorts when she didn't have to pretend how much she was hurting or even how much she hated everything.
Sub-consciously, she clenched her fists and fumed quietly, she was angry at herself. How could she have released her anger on her friends like the way she did at Hallowe'en, it was un-like her. She remembered running away and although the plan was to run straight to the infirmary to sort something out about the random pains in her head, she ended up running to the Gryffindor Dormitory instead and fell asleep on her bed instead. She gritted her teeth and regretted it, the dull aching in her head started to throb again. She knew she should have done something about it ages ago, especially since the chest pains started to come through - something that wasn't particularly good, especially in Willow's age. She didn't care.
...So, here I go. I'm scratching around in the same old hole, my body feels young but my mind is very old...so what do you say? You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway. You're half the world away...
She didn't care much about her studies, nor did she really care about much in general. She hated the world, she hated Hogwarts. She hated magic. She hated herself. She disliked her friends. She hated reality. She hated her sickness. In summary; she hated everything in current terms. Pulling up one of many squishy, comfy armchairs in the student lounge, she pulled it next to a window, sat down and propped her feet up on the window sill and gazed quietly at the passing clouds.
She didn't mind gazing at fluffy white clouds but she much preferred to gaze at the stars at night, the cover of darkness was a good cover, like a security blanket of some sorts when she didn't have to pretend how much she was hurting or even how much she hated everything.
Sub-consciously, she clenched her fists and fumed quietly, she was angry at herself. How could she have released her anger on her friends like the way she did at Hallowe'en, it was un-like her. She remembered running away and although the plan was to run straight to the infirmary to sort something out about the random pains in her head, she ended up running to the Gryffindor Dormitory instead and fell asleep on her bed instead. She gritted her teeth and regretted it, the dull aching in her head started to throb again. She knew she should have done something about it ages ago, especially since the chest pains started to come through - something that wasn't particularly good, especially in Willow's age. She didn't care.
...So, here I go. I'm scratching around in the same old hole, my body feels young but my mind is very old...so what do you say? You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway. You're half the world away...