Post by linders on Apr 27, 2009 21:17:18 GMT -5
Anger. Anger rippled through her tall, lean frame as she walked down the halls. A quiet sort of rage that had taken hold of her as she prowled down the hall of Hogwarts. Torches flickered off in her wake as she walked down the halls. Her long black hair flew behind her shoulders as if it were in a breeze, even though it weren't. Children scoffed at her in mere whispers as she walked past, causing the temperamental raven haired young woman to snap around in annoyance. Whipping out her wand, all she had to do was begin to open her mouth and the children would start running. Usually this would have pleased her, but right now she was far too angry to care. She sighed gently, toying with a strand of her long black hair as her obsidian eyes glanced down the halls. She thought she heard footsteps behind her, but as she gazed around she saw no one. Perhaps she was just being paranoid.
Linda was an overly suspicious person. Sometimes it cost her relationships and even close ones at that, but she didn't care. One couldn't trust anyone. People were liars, people were fools, people were backstabbers and people betrayed her. People were not to be trusted with even the most little of things except for her dearest friends. She was a good judge of character and would be able to detect liars and cheats just by body language and facial expressions. She didn't trust easily and she didn't open up to most. Some people found that to be silly or stereotypical Slytherin but they didn't know her of the pain she had gone through so they just needed to shut their bloody mouths. Of course, there had been those that experience more pain than she, but she chose to ignore that. Because if they could ignore her pain, then she would ignore theirs. Petty, perhaps. That was the least of her worries.
Growling at the thought of the idiots who had gotten her so angry in the first place, she paced the floor in annoyance. It had been a pair of Hufflepuffs and they had been prowling the halls of Hogwarts picking on first year Slytherins. So she gave them a lesson. However, they were insolent and utterly atrocious not to mention downright annoying. She sighed softly, running a hand through her dark raven tresses with a slow sigh escaping her lips. Her onyx eyes glanced down the halls of Hogwarts. The stupid Hufflepuffs, not to mention the horrible day she had, plus the migraine that was starting to bother her. The classes weren't difficult, it was just the people that she had to deal with. The people who got in her way, insisted that she was too stubborn, too malicious, too cruel. She sighed softly, running a hand through her long black hair.
She noticed that she was on the seventh corridor. She smiled faintly. There was a room of requirement and it was located on this floor. She headed quickly toward the portrait, she knew that she had to pass in front of it three times before a door would appear. However, she slammed into a figure on her way there. She issued a growl from her throat without even apologizing or bothering to look at the person who had run into. In all actuality she had run into him, but she wasn't about to admit that to him. She paced angrily past the portrait once, twice, three times. She watched as a door materialized out of nowhere. She was glad. Maybe in here she would get the solitude she so desired. She needed an escape from all the insanity or perceived insanity that her mind provided for her, and that was a menagerie of monotony, thank you very much! A rest from such pressing thoughts would be nice.
She opened the door and slipped into the room, she was in the middle of a field. Acres and acres of wheat stretched ahead of her for what seemed miles. There were wild-flowers and rows and acres of wheat. Smiling faintly, she turned to close the door behind her. She couldn't have someone walk in on her, she only hoped that someone else didn't need or want to use the room as she did. She rather doubted anyone needed this room right now as much as she did. She sat down in the field, letting the breeze blow through her long obsidian tresses. Linda knew that she was alone. She leaned backward on her hands, her legs were crossed. She gazed outward into the endless field of wheat. She wondered what her parents were doing right now. She wondered what her brothers were doing even. But she felt, if she were really needed, she'd just know it. She'd be able to sense that. It had happened a few times in the past, it could happen again.
She closed her eyes, letting the wind blow through her long black hair. Her long black hair nipped at her face. The scent of wheat ensnared her nostrils, it was relaxing for her to be all alone in that field. Smiling faintly, she took the weight off her hands and kept her eyes closed as she slept serenely in the grass. Her blue-green eyes suddenly opened when she felt something was wrong. She sighed gently, running a hand through her long black hair she gazed around suspiciously. She had a feeling that someone was there, but she wasn't quite sure. One could never be sure, sometimes, especially when one was in a field until said person was upon them. That's what she hated. She gathered her wits about her and held a very tight grip upon her wand. It may be needed, she wasn't sure yet. But if it was some idiot Gryffindick she might just hex them for the hell of it. She didn't want to be anywhere near one of those maggots.
Linda hated that feeling that someone was watching her. She had the feeling that someone could just sneak up on her out of the blades of wheat in the field. The solace she had so longed for now had been broken. It was irritating and she wanted to lash out. However, that wouldn't be wise until she figured out who was so rudely disturbing her from her solace and her slumber. With a sigh, she didn't sit up. She merely rolled over on her side and lifted her wand. "Lumos," she said in barely more than a whisper, she was going to find out if someone was there or it was just her nerves. She had a feeling that it wasn't the latter. Her intuition rarely if ever let her down. So she waited, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. It sounded in her ears almost as if it were trying to beat right out of her chest. Her eyes keenly scanned the blades of wheat to try to get some sense of bearing on the situation. "Hello," she said firmly, yet coldly. A lot more secure than the seventh year currently felt.
Linda was an overly suspicious person. Sometimes it cost her relationships and even close ones at that, but she didn't care. One couldn't trust anyone. People were liars, people were fools, people were backstabbers and people betrayed her. People were not to be trusted with even the most little of things except for her dearest friends. She was a good judge of character and would be able to detect liars and cheats just by body language and facial expressions. She didn't trust easily and she didn't open up to most. Some people found that to be silly or stereotypical Slytherin but they didn't know her of the pain she had gone through so they just needed to shut their bloody mouths. Of course, there had been those that experience more pain than she, but she chose to ignore that. Because if they could ignore her pain, then she would ignore theirs. Petty, perhaps. That was the least of her worries.
Growling at the thought of the idiots who had gotten her so angry in the first place, she paced the floor in annoyance. It had been a pair of Hufflepuffs and they had been prowling the halls of Hogwarts picking on first year Slytherins. So she gave them a lesson. However, they were insolent and utterly atrocious not to mention downright annoying. She sighed softly, running a hand through her dark raven tresses with a slow sigh escaping her lips. Her onyx eyes glanced down the halls of Hogwarts. The stupid Hufflepuffs, not to mention the horrible day she had, plus the migraine that was starting to bother her. The classes weren't difficult, it was just the people that she had to deal with. The people who got in her way, insisted that she was too stubborn, too malicious, too cruel. She sighed softly, running a hand through her long black hair.
She noticed that she was on the seventh corridor. She smiled faintly. There was a room of requirement and it was located on this floor. She headed quickly toward the portrait, she knew that she had to pass in front of it three times before a door would appear. However, she slammed into a figure on her way there. She issued a growl from her throat without even apologizing or bothering to look at the person who had run into. In all actuality she had run into him, but she wasn't about to admit that to him. She paced angrily past the portrait once, twice, three times. She watched as a door materialized out of nowhere. She was glad. Maybe in here she would get the solitude she so desired. She needed an escape from all the insanity or perceived insanity that her mind provided for her, and that was a menagerie of monotony, thank you very much! A rest from such pressing thoughts would be nice.
She opened the door and slipped into the room, she was in the middle of a field. Acres and acres of wheat stretched ahead of her for what seemed miles. There were wild-flowers and rows and acres of wheat. Smiling faintly, she turned to close the door behind her. She couldn't have someone walk in on her, she only hoped that someone else didn't need or want to use the room as she did. She rather doubted anyone needed this room right now as much as she did. She sat down in the field, letting the breeze blow through her long obsidian tresses. Linda knew that she was alone. She leaned backward on her hands, her legs were crossed. She gazed outward into the endless field of wheat. She wondered what her parents were doing right now. She wondered what her brothers were doing even. But she felt, if she were really needed, she'd just know it. She'd be able to sense that. It had happened a few times in the past, it could happen again.
She closed her eyes, letting the wind blow through her long black hair. Her long black hair nipped at her face. The scent of wheat ensnared her nostrils, it was relaxing for her to be all alone in that field. Smiling faintly, she took the weight off her hands and kept her eyes closed as she slept serenely in the grass. Her blue-green eyes suddenly opened when she felt something was wrong. She sighed gently, running a hand through her long black hair she gazed around suspiciously. She had a feeling that someone was there, but she wasn't quite sure. One could never be sure, sometimes, especially when one was in a field until said person was upon them. That's what she hated. She gathered her wits about her and held a very tight grip upon her wand. It may be needed, she wasn't sure yet. But if it was some idiot Gryffindick she might just hex them for the hell of it. She didn't want to be anywhere near one of those maggots.
Linda hated that feeling that someone was watching her. She had the feeling that someone could just sneak up on her out of the blades of wheat in the field. The solace she had so longed for now had been broken. It was irritating and she wanted to lash out. However, that wouldn't be wise until she figured out who was so rudely disturbing her from her solace and her slumber. With a sigh, she didn't sit up. She merely rolled over on her side and lifted her wand. "Lumos," she said in barely more than a whisper, she was going to find out if someone was there or it was just her nerves. She had a feeling that it wasn't the latter. Her intuition rarely if ever let her down. So she waited, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. It sounded in her ears almost as if it were trying to beat right out of her chest. Her eyes keenly scanned the blades of wheat to try to get some sense of bearing on the situation. "Hello," she said firmly, yet coldly. A lot more secure than the seventh year currently felt.