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Lilly94 · 01-06-2018, 08:40 PM

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Originally Posted by Daemon

Sylvie loved this castle. She loved her friends, she loved the magic stuff, she loved the grounds but most of all she loved the castle itself. It was always surprising her and and kept them on their toes and she just wanted to give it a big ol' hug because it was funny and amazing and exciting and the best. Once, in second year, she had hugged a suit of armour and hoped the rest of the castle would understand that it was meant for alllllll of it because she loved it that much.

Of course, the next day she'd fallen down the moving staircase so Sylvie had taken that to mean that Hogwarts wasn't much of a hugger. Which is totally okay because there are people who don't like hugs an you have to figure out a better way to show them affection. Her grandad for example, he hates hugs but he likes handwritten letters. It was weird, but he liked it and she wasn't judging.

Armed with her sketchbook and her pencil case from home, the fourth year happily walked around after lunch for a spot to sit at and just enjoy being back. She found the balcony easily enough and decided it was the absolute perfect place to sit in because she needed to practice on drawing landscapes.

She hopped up onto the banister and peered down at the ground, figuring she probably should try not to fall. The fourth floor was really high after all, and magic probably wouldn't save her here. Shrugging, she crossed her legs under her and settled down, picking her favourite pencil as she eyed the grounds in front of her. This was a really nice view. Perhaps she'd bring Théo here, or Chris. Chris might like it more.

Wow, this place was awe inspiring. Elliott couldn't believe how incredible it was, there was just something about this magical place the brought out a part of her she could have only hoped to have found one day. And now, with thanks to this awesome castle, she had found it. She had found her inspiration to write.

And so, notebook and quill in hand, she made her way to the balcony. She had heard about the few balconies before but never really intended to visit them. But she figured this was as good a place as any to sit with her imagination.

Upon reaching her destination, she stood against the banister stopping her from falling and gazed at the view before her. She had seen this from the common room but it somehow seemed different here, like somebody had shone a new, brighter light on the grounds surrounding the castle. And she absolutely adored it.

Taking in the soothing fresh air, she closed her eye and held her face up against the sun above. She would be happy here, she was sure.

With a gentle sigh, she turned on her heel and searched for a nice place to sit and read. Her eyes fell on the older girl, sketchbook in her hand. Oh no, she hadn't interrupted had she?

Ellie cleared her throat so as not to startle the girl and considered what to say.

"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting, would you mind some company"

She sure hoped not, she wouldn't mind making a friend.

01-06-2018, 08:40 PM	#3 (permalink)
Lilly94 MO Crup Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: United Kingdom Posts: 16,817 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elliott Patterson First Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Daemon Sylvie loved this castle. She loved her friends, she loved the magic stuff, she loved the grounds but most of all she loved the castle itself. It was always surprising her and and kept them on their toes and she just wanted to give it a big ol' hug because it was funny and amazing and exciting and the best. Once, in second year, she had hugged a suit of armour and hoped the rest of the castle would understand that it was meant for alllllll of it because she loved it that much. Of course, the next day she'd fallen down the moving staircase so Sylvie had taken that to mean that Hogwarts wasn't much of a hugger. Which is totally okay because there are people who don't like hugs an you have to figure out a better way to show them affection. Her grandad for example, he hates hugs but he likes handwritten letters. It was weird, but he liked it and she wasn't judging. Armed with her sketchbook and her pencil case from home, the fourth year happily walked around after lunch for a spot to sit at and just enjoy being back. She found the balcony easily enough and decided it was the absolute perfect place to sit in because she needed to practice on drawing landscapes. She hopped up onto the banister and peered down at the ground, figuring she probably should try not to fall. The fourth floor was really high after all, and magic probably wouldn't save her here. Shrugging, she crossed her legs under her and settled down, picking her favourite pencil as she eyed the grounds in front of her. This was a really nice view. Perhaps she'd bring Théo here, or Chris. Chris might like it more. Wow, this place was awe inspiring. Elliott couldn't believe how incredible it was, there was just something about this magical place the brought out a part of her she could have only hoped to have found one day. And now, with thanks to this awesome castle, she had found it. She had found her inspiration to write. And so, notebook and quill in hand, she made her way to the balcony. She had heard about the few balconies before but never really intended to visit them. But she figured this was as good a place as any to sit with her imagination. Upon reaching her destination, she stood against the banister stopping her from falling and gazed at the view before her. She had seen this from the common room but it somehow seemed different here, like somebody had shone a new, brighter light on the grounds surrounding the castle. And she absolutely adored it. Taking in the soothing fresh air, she closed her eye and held her face up against the sun above. She would be happy here, she was sure. With a gentle sigh, she turned on her heel and searched for a nice place to sit and read. Her eyes fell on the older girl, sketchbook in her hand. Oh no, she hadn't interrupted had she? Ellie cleared her throat so as not to startle the girl and considered what to say. "Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting, would you mind some company" She sure hoped not, she wouldn't mind making a friend. __________________ I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier; I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry; I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier