Post by basilia ambrosia cyrus on Aug 16, 2012 19:17:17 GMT
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The glassy, dark surface of the Black Lake was still. It was like somebody had once decided that what Hogwarts needed most was a giant mirror in the middle of the grounds. That was, until you realized that it was a lake. Underneath the barrier between lake and air the Giant Squid stirred from its deep slumber, sending unusual ripples all across the normally undisturbed surface. Rain fell tentatively from the sky, only letting itself go in a few drops that speckled the top of the water and landed on the grass around the lake soundlessly. It was only sort of raining at this point; there wasn't enough rain to make Basil want to go back inside.
Besides, she was preoccupied with other things at the moment.
Her inquisitive green eyes were wide, and her mouth was slightly agape as she watched the sight in front of her. The silver mist that was protruding from the tip of her blackthorn wand was now taking a shape. She wasn't exactly sure what it was; she could only wait, frozen as a statue, to see what her Patronus animal was. She had caught a glimpse of it in her fifth year, but only remembered that it was large. Her eyes locked with the mist, searching for some definite clue as to what her Patronus was. "Come on... come on..." She murmured. Finally, the Patronus took a corporeal form. A horse, halfway between foal and full-grown, cantered away from her wandtip towards the sky before fading away. She gave herself permission to let out a sight of frustration, and dropped her head down onto her knees.
She was sitting in by the Black Lake, her knees curled up to her chest. It was calming, sitting out here. There was nobody to bother her, nobody to ask her what a freak like her was doing or make fun of her. Basil didn't have many people that she could call friends; she wasn't used to being in relationships of any sort. She was a loner, if a label had to be stuck to her. She was happier on her own. Well, of course she wasn't always happier, per se, but she could manage better. She wouldn't have to work around anyone's schedule or worry about anybody leaving her. It was impossible for her to turn her back on herself, to leave herself lost and alone in the horrid social world. She'd never admit it, but part of the reason that she wanted so badly to learn to cast a Patronus was so she wouldn't have to be alone all the time. But she still couldn't do it. And so, she was alone.
Basil lay back on the ground, not really caring that she was going to get wet or dirty. She flicked her wand at the sky, producing miniature bluebirds that flew around her head. She loved magic. She hated going away in the summer and during the breaks, and having to leave her wand sitting in her keepsake box. She wanted more than anything to keep it with her. However, magic would present problems, especially where she lived; her Muggle neighbours were all unbelievable nosy and none of them were really fond of her or her father. They would be the first to know if something weird was up.
Weird. Ha. That was Basil's life in a nutshell. No mother. Father who travels. Crazy older brother. Gifted learner. Antisocial. Therapy. There are eight forbidden sections at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Odontophobia is the fear of teeth. Doctors. Mister Cyrus, we have something to tell you. Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. Five languages. The failing grades include Poor, Dreadful, and Troll. What's Quidditch? Have you ever made things happen that you can't explain? Homeschool. In ancient Rome, it was considered a sign of leadership to be born with a crooked nose. I'm working, Sil. Passing grades include Outstanding, Exceeds Expectations, and Acceptable. Call me Basil. Hogwarts. I can't be a witch. You're such a freak. On the Hogwarts crest, you will find a badger, serpent, lion, and raven. These animals represent each house. The Gryffindor House is a lion. The Hufflepuff House features a badger. The Ravenclaw House is of course a raven and most fittingly the Slytherin House features a serpent. Better be... RAVENCLAW! The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache. Hi, I'm Arthur Dalton. Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire, papa? My name is Rowena Ravenclaw. Quidditch Captain. What kind of name is "Basilia" anyway? Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon. Mary Stuart became Queen of Scotland when she was only six days old. Dad, I want to come home. Hogwarts was founded around one-thousand years ago by Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. Beater... Basil Cyrus! Help me. Hogwarts is one of the biggest Witchcraft and Wizardry Schools in Europe. It is a boarding school and has about one-thousand inhabitants. You're a witch, Miss Cyrus.
Basil let out another frustrated noise as her mind started working overtime again. Her head hurt. She closed her eyes gently, trying to focus on her breathing like Caius had taught her. In... two, three, four. Out... two, three, four. In... two, three four. Out... two, three, four. She sighed again, only this time she exhaled all her thoughts and really tried to keep her clockwork mind at bay.
After about a minute of silence, Basil decided that she could take another shot at the Patronus Charm. She opened her eyes, sat up, and began to roll her sleeves up to her elbows. She flicked dark crimson hair out of her eyes before clearing her throat softly. She closed her eyes once more, and thought back to her first night at Hogwarts, which was one of her happiest memories. "Expecto Patronum!"
[/color] She cried, drawing and pointing her wand. The silver mist quickly turned into the familiar yearling that was her Patronus, and Basil let out a cry of joy before it faded away into nothingness. She sighed and slumped down on the ground again. Why couldn't she get the spell to work?Besides, she was preoccupied with other things at the moment.
Her inquisitive green eyes were wide, and her mouth was slightly agape as she watched the sight in front of her. The silver mist that was protruding from the tip of her blackthorn wand was now taking a shape. She wasn't exactly sure what it was; she could only wait, frozen as a statue, to see what her Patronus animal was. She had caught a glimpse of it in her fifth year, but only remembered that it was large. Her eyes locked with the mist, searching for some definite clue as to what her Patronus was. "Come on... come on..." She murmured. Finally, the Patronus took a corporeal form. A horse, halfway between foal and full-grown, cantered away from her wandtip towards the sky before fading away. She gave herself permission to let out a sight of frustration, and dropped her head down onto her knees.
She was sitting in by the Black Lake, her knees curled up to her chest. It was calming, sitting out here. There was nobody to bother her, nobody to ask her what a freak like her was doing or make fun of her. Basil didn't have many people that she could call friends; she wasn't used to being in relationships of any sort. She was a loner, if a label had to be stuck to her. She was happier on her own. Well, of course she wasn't always happier, per se, but she could manage better. She wouldn't have to work around anyone's schedule or worry about anybody leaving her. It was impossible for her to turn her back on herself, to leave herself lost and alone in the horrid social world. She'd never admit it, but part of the reason that she wanted so badly to learn to cast a Patronus was so she wouldn't have to be alone all the time. But she still couldn't do it. And so, she was alone.
Basil lay back on the ground, not really caring that she was going to get wet or dirty. She flicked her wand at the sky, producing miniature bluebirds that flew around her head. She loved magic. She hated going away in the summer and during the breaks, and having to leave her wand sitting in her keepsake box. She wanted more than anything to keep it with her. However, magic would present problems, especially where she lived; her Muggle neighbours were all unbelievable nosy and none of them were really fond of her or her father. They would be the first to know if something weird was up.
Weird. Ha. That was Basil's life in a nutshell. No mother. Father who travels. Crazy older brother. Gifted learner. Antisocial. Therapy. There are eight forbidden sections at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Odontophobia is the fear of teeth. Doctors. Mister Cyrus, we have something to tell you. Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. Five languages. The failing grades include Poor, Dreadful, and Troll. What's Quidditch? Have you ever made things happen that you can't explain? Homeschool. In ancient Rome, it was considered a sign of leadership to be born with a crooked nose. I'm working, Sil. Passing grades include Outstanding, Exceeds Expectations, and Acceptable. Call me Basil. Hogwarts. I can't be a witch. You're such a freak. On the Hogwarts crest, you will find a badger, serpent, lion, and raven. These animals represent each house. The Gryffindor House is a lion. The Hufflepuff House features a badger. The Ravenclaw House is of course a raven and most fittingly the Slytherin House features a serpent. Better be... RAVENCLAW! The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache. Hi, I'm Arthur Dalton. Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire, papa? My name is Rowena Ravenclaw. Quidditch Captain. What kind of name is "Basilia" anyway? Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon. Mary Stuart became Queen of Scotland when she was only six days old. Dad, I want to come home. Hogwarts was founded around one-thousand years ago by Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. Beater... Basil Cyrus! Help me. Hogwarts is one of the biggest Witchcraft and Wizardry Schools in Europe. It is a boarding school and has about one-thousand inhabitants. You're a witch, Miss Cyrus.
Basil let out another frustrated noise as her mind started working overtime again. Her head hurt. She closed her eyes gently, trying to focus on her breathing like Caius had taught her. In... two, three, four. Out... two, three, four. In... two, three four. Out... two, three, four. She sighed again, only this time she exhaled all her thoughts and really tried to keep her clockwork mind at bay.
After about a minute of silence, Basil decided that she could take another shot at the Patronus Charm. She opened her eyes, sat up, and began to roll her sleeves up to her elbows. She flicked dark crimson hair out of her eyes before clearing her throat softly. She closed her eyes once more, and thought back to her first night at Hogwarts, which was one of her happiest memories. "Expecto Patronum!"
At a soft sound she turned around. She softened slightly as she spied a familiar face. "Oh,"[/color] She said quietly, offering a small smile. "It's you."[/color][/div]
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