Post by eris terineux on Sept 15, 2013 19:47:50 GMT -6
For some, the start of a new school year would be a drag. Besides an ignited social life, the thought of school work and assignments loomed over all, denying them any mercy. For Eris on the other hand, she was more than ready to embrace its heartless cruelty.
Pushing open the doors of the Great Hall, she walked in just in time to see a mass amount of people disbursing themselves towards different areas of the school. She scoffed, annoyed, and only tried to fathom some explanation of why so many people would enjoy gathering in such a place. Mind you, it was an elegantly furnished room, but her thoughts revolved around being gathered with so many different people. Oh, how she'd rather scrape her eyes out with a dull weapon than deal with so many people. They just wore her out, really. So patience-thinning; it was unbearable for her.
With a small motion of her arms, she pulled a black sweater over her chest, and then folded her arms. A signal she used quite often: silently telling others that she did not wanted to be bothered. While she was in her fourth year here at the academy, many knew not to openly come up to her, at least, voluntarily. Classroom projects were another thing all together, although if it was possible for her to work alone, she would. She found though, with the start of the school year, each year, one brave or scared little first year student would come flocking up to her, gawking, staring, or grovelling for her to answer a question. With a flustered sigh, she would answer them in short, chopped sentences and then shoo them away, before retreating to the training grounds or library.
Somewhere, anywhere that she could study. Eris prided herself on her academic life: ahead in many classes, even taking a class or two reserved for upper years or even those with mastery skill levels. her social life was practically dead (not that she minded) and so her academic life was much more active.
Walking through the halls in a pair of black lather boots, her heels clicking as she moved across the marble, she made her way to an abandoned area in the hall. There, were two red satin couches, empty, and one with her name on it. She casually sat down, folded one thin leg over the other, and pulled out a black, leather bound book with incoherent writing on the cover. She smiled deviously. It was an ancient looking book, with a foreign writing that few could understand. It was also a gift, from an uncle whom she spent a while with a while back. She was learning to read this script, and was ever so intent on understanding it's secrets and lessons.
And while she opened the book and started reading, her mind already growing with the idea of someone bothering her, distracting her from her work. Then her body cringed.
Pushing open the doors of the Great Hall, she walked in just in time to see a mass amount of people disbursing themselves towards different areas of the school. She scoffed, annoyed, and only tried to fathom some explanation of why so many people would enjoy gathering in such a place. Mind you, it was an elegantly furnished room, but her thoughts revolved around being gathered with so many different people. Oh, how she'd rather scrape her eyes out with a dull weapon than deal with so many people. They just wore her out, really. So patience-thinning; it was unbearable for her.
With a small motion of her arms, she pulled a black sweater over her chest, and then folded her arms. A signal she used quite often: silently telling others that she did not wanted to be bothered. While she was in her fourth year here at the academy, many knew not to openly come up to her, at least, voluntarily. Classroom projects were another thing all together, although if it was possible for her to work alone, she would. She found though, with the start of the school year, each year, one brave or scared little first year student would come flocking up to her, gawking, staring, or grovelling for her to answer a question. With a flustered sigh, she would answer them in short, chopped sentences and then shoo them away, before retreating to the training grounds or library.
Somewhere, anywhere that she could study. Eris prided herself on her academic life: ahead in many classes, even taking a class or two reserved for upper years or even those with mastery skill levels. her social life was practically dead (not that she minded) and so her academic life was much more active.
Walking through the halls in a pair of black lather boots, her heels clicking as she moved across the marble, she made her way to an abandoned area in the hall. There, were two red satin couches, empty, and one with her name on it. She casually sat down, folded one thin leg over the other, and pulled out a black, leather bound book with incoherent writing on the cover. She smiled deviously. It was an ancient looking book, with a foreign writing that few could understand. It was also a gift, from an uncle whom she spent a while with a while back. She was learning to read this script, and was ever so intent on understanding it's secrets and lessons.
And while she opened the book and started reading, her mind already growing with the idea of someone bothering her, distracting her from her work. Then her body cringed.
