Silent Morning

Abigail Lurken-Mckay

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Spanish Cedar 14" Core of Werewolf fur and Phoenix feather.
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2/2009
The entrance hall was completely bare with both noise and movement, and the staircase woven through the center of this room copied it's silent trait. The walls ached with sleep, the windows close to peeling back their curtains to shut their clear and transparent eyes. The winter chill from the outside air let the glass sit in a pale frosted stare. The stone tiles decorating the floor stretched in a repetitive pattern, droning on and on in an endless stance. The air was cold, the only noise that could be heard was the occasional creak of a bed post, the murmur of a student, or the call of a morning bird, all of which were dampened by the thick walls protecting the silence.

Abigail Lurken broke this phase. Her bare feet were frozen, but graceful across the stoned floor. Her baggy track pants were too long for her legs and dragged across the ground, collecting dust at the hem. Her faded grey tank top was too tight across her chest, but hidden behind her over sized dark blue GAP sweater. Her long brown hair, lay across her back, curling in a natural wave.

Abbey's violet eyes flicked across the morning air, the stillness of asleep bodies still irked the hallways. Her feet quietly tapped as she walked down the entrance hall staircase to the flagged stone floor that met the bottom. Gracefully skipping the trick step, and leaping across the stone floor to a tapestry covered wall on her left, she let her lips escape a relaxed sigh, slightly closing her eyelids over her piercing gaze, letting the long lashes that laced her lids fall in a dappled shadow over her cheeks.

The morning was icy, and the girls temper was much the same. Her life at this school was too interesting and irritated her beyond extent, but this was a new semester, a new year, hopefully some new faces and of course some old ones, which she hoped would change the score in her currently procrastinate-like schooling mood. Abbey turned her back to the tapestry glazed wall and slid herself to a seated position against it. Her head rolled back against the covered stone, her eyes flicking open and her teeth finding and biting at her lower lip. She wished someone would come and entertain her, by not being interesting. Hogwarts wasn't supposed to be boring, but Abbey's life was too interesting.


[Set after January & sorry for the sketch post]
 
Patricia awoke in her familiar dorm room. Not so familiar that she had to think for a moment as to where she was. Sitting p on her bed for a few moments she remembered the tearful goodbye with her mother and father the day before. She had returned to Hogwarts a few days ahead of schedule, something her mother wasn't too pleased about. But, Patricia felt it was necessary and her mother knew there was no way of stopping her using the floo network to go to New Zealand.

Patricia sighed, she missed home already, but until summer, this was her home and she was happy with that. She decided it was a good time to get up and reacquaint herself with the castle again, even after the short space of time. The dorm room was cold, it was empty. Her friends returned to their respective homes after visiting her for a few days so she hoped that she was would meet someone she knew on her journeys, or it would be a lonely few days before their returned.

Patricia wrapped up, knowing if she was to go outside it would be cold. She grabbed a book which she had got for Christmas and made her way out of the Hufflepuff house and made her way to the grounds. Corridor after corridor, and she had yet to met anyone, not even someone she didn't know. She arrived at the top of the stairs to the entrance hall, downhearted. There was times when you wanted peace and quiet and you couldn't get it. This was not one of those times. Patricia looked ahead of herself, to see the big wooden doors leading to the grounds. She scanned the Entrance Hall. Her heart almost jumped out of her skin when she saw something move, that wasn't a portrait or ghost.

Looking closer at the person, to see if she knew them or not, Patricia saw the slightest glint of bright violet. Patricia went through the memorys in her head, stopping at one which involved a girl with violet eyes. It had been so unusual to see such a pretty color of eyes, that the memory was still quite fresh. Remembering the girl was in her year, Patricia went down the stairs and made her way to where she sat. "Hi Abbey." She said with a smile, looking down at the girl. "Do you want some company?" She asked, hoping she would say yes.
 
Abbey's eyes looked to be gazing at the wall opposite, the one with the large oak doors with slightly rusted hinges and wood that is moldy and chipped at the edges, behind which the great hall sits in all it's glory. Abbey looked like she was taking in the wall in front of her, watching the torches blaring in their fiery brackets, or tracing the cracks in the stone with her dancing, strong violet eyes, but only she would know that her vision was glazed over, and her mind was completely on another planet. nothing in front of her was reaching her brain, because her thoughts were so interrupted. Abbey chewed on her bottom lip absentmindedly, her hair falling slightly over her right eye, and her legs askew in a messy cross underneath her. Abbey didn't blink often, she just sat like a robot against the wall, straight backed and silent.

It's almost as if I'm in some kind of time warp. Like the Rocky Horror Show... Abbey thought, her lip growing a deep red from her constant gnawing on it's soft flesh. It's almost as if I'm in Frank N Furter's castle and I'll go to bed tonight expecting to be woken by a muscle man in tiny gold shorts or a tall and skinny transvestite with a world class science degree. Abbey's eyebrows raised into a high curve and she almost laughed out loud at her stupidity. Her vision was back, but the whole scene seemed surreal. It was just another school semester, but everything felt different. Everything had been relatively normal up last time, but with Asher missing and her abuse, Abbey was beginning to feel like Hogwarts (even if it was a new Hogwarts) would never be the same again, and nothing will ever feel like home. It was this thought that began to scare Abbey, but the pounding of feet on the marble steps from an upper level onto the Entrance Hall made the small brunette feel a little relieved, even though she could not recognize who the girl was yet.

"Hi Abbey," the girl began as she reached Abbey, with a smile that made Abbey return a smile, whether it was fake or not she could not tell yet. "Do you want some company?" she concluded. And as the question was asked Abigail recognized the other brunette's face. Patricia Rogers, she reminded herself.

"Hello Pat," she said and nodded her head gently, answering the girl's question. "How are you?" she asked politely, acting as usual. Abbey couldn't show her true feelings to a perfect stranger, which was why she enjoyed Theodore and Willow's company. They understood true pain, they understood how she felt, as much as any twelve year old could any way.
 
Patricia looked down at the girl, waiting for a response. She give a small smile when Abbey give a nod. Patricia sat down and brought her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her kneecaps. "I'm fine, just trying to beat some boredom." She said with a heavy sigh. "How about you?" She asked in return.

Patricia looked at the wall across from her and Abbey, it seemed strange to not see a constint stream of people running in and out of the huge oak doors.
 
Abbey glanced over at Patricia as she spoke. "I'm fine, just trying to beat some boredom- How about you?" She said, and Abbey furrowed her brow, perhaps it was just her who thought her life was too busy, too dramatic, too interesting. "I'm alright, you know how it is," she murmured. No you don't, you have no idea 'how it is' there are very few people at this rich person's school that 'know how it is,' she thought with a small roll of her eyes, gazing back at the door.
 

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