Bianca Petrescu
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It was cold out, cold enough that Bia, even wrapped in her heavy wool cloak and fur mittens, had still elected to cast a mild warming spell on the cloak. There was almost no wind, thankfully, but the air itself was crisp and dry and refreshing. It was mid-morning, and clear; the sun was a vague watery ball at her back, doing little to either warm the land or light it, but at least visible. In other words, it was bleak, and it fed Bia's mood rather more than she would have asked for given the choice.
The towers were a broad, complicated network of gables and flat areas and slanted portions and chimneys and even windows here and there, looking onto classrooms down below. Near the tower entrance, though, was a broad flat area with a large stone lip, against which he was leaning, looking out over the grounds below.
Bia was thinking. She had a bad habit of doing this when left alone, which was why she preferred not to be alone these days. Her life had gotten suddenly more complicated than he really wanted it to be, with James and Garland on the way and the possibility of being forced to pick sides. She was thinking, and being nostalgic for the days before she'd been forced , before she'd had to worry about any of this. And the desire to sit around and think uninterrupted was why she was up here in the cold, not somewhere warm.
The towers were a broad, complicated network of gables and flat areas and slanted portions and chimneys and even windows here and there, looking onto classrooms down below. Near the tower entrance, though, was a broad flat area with a large stone lip, against which he was leaning, looking out over the grounds below.
Bia was thinking. She had a bad habit of doing this when left alone, which was why she preferred not to be alone these days. Her life had gotten suddenly more complicated than he really wanted it to be, with James and Garland on the way and the possibility of being forced to pick sides. She was thinking, and being nostalgic for the days before she'd been forced , before she'd had to worry about any of this. And the desire to sit around and think uninterrupted was why she was up here in the cold, not somewhere warm.