- Messages
- 86
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Curly 11 1/2 Inch Rigid Alder Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 13
Every day Synnove discovered a new room or tower she hadn't ventured into before. She was starting to believe the castle didn't have an end at all - that it expanded at the same rate she explored it, so that the next corner was always the last until curiosity overwhelmed her and the cycle began all over again. Another theory she entertained was that the castle was constantly, but subtly, changing in appearance, too slowly to be able to see it if you stood and stared at the wall for an hour, but cumulating over time to create an entirely new castle, like a body replacing all of its cells with almost identical replicas. A school of magic was surely capable of anything. And the castle did seem to have a life of its own; the chatter of the portraits, the deep grating of the moving stone staircase, and the wind exhaling through the towers spoke to Synnove's romantic old soul in a language poets spent the better parts of their lives trying to emulate.
An unfamiliar sound caused her to stop half way up a narrow circular staircase. She pressed her palms against the stone walls for balance and listened. Faintly, she heard music coming from above her head. Having realised the sound was not produced by the wind, but an instrument, she carried on up the stairs, following her ears and breathing delicately. She was certain now that it was a violin. Closer still, and the notes no longer bled together; a beautiful melody rose from the echoes and played in the air around her. She had found the door. She closed her eyes and leaned against it - and got a terrible shock as she discovered that it hadn't been properly closed. Sheer luck allowed her to stay standing upright, but not before she stumbled backwards into the room with all the grace of a sparrow being blown out of its nest. Double crap.
An unfamiliar sound caused her to stop half way up a narrow circular staircase. She pressed her palms against the stone walls for balance and listened. Faintly, she heard music coming from above her head. Having realised the sound was not produced by the wind, but an instrument, she carried on up the stairs, following her ears and breathing delicately. She was certain now that it was a violin. Closer still, and the notes no longer bled together; a beautiful melody rose from the echoes and played in the air around her. She had found the door. She closed her eyes and leaned against it - and got a terrible shock as she discovered that it hadn't been properly closed. Sheer luck allowed her to stay standing upright, but not before she stumbled backwards into the room with all the grace of a sparrow being blown out of its nest. Double crap.