Post by marina on Jul 16, 2011 19:33:49 GMT -5
TREATING LIFE LIKE A PICTURE
BUT IT'S NOT A MOMENT THAT'S FROZEN IN TIME
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w i t h t h i s f e e l i n g i n s i d e m e t h a t i c an t e xp l a i n,
[/color][/i][/center]BUT IT'S NOT A MOMENT THAT'S FROZEN IN TIME
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w i t h t h i s f e e l i n g i n s i d e m e t h a t i c an t e xp l a i n,
Being sneaky had never been one of her strong suits. This fact became all the more evident as a messy mop of brown hair collided with the floor. The damn carpet; she always forgot the damn carpet. Righting herself from such an unattractive position the Noah stood and shook her hair back behind her shoulders, quickly running her fingers through it as if to ensure that it was still attached to her head. She removed her shoes from her feet in an attempt to make each step a little bit quieter. After all, this would be the first time she ever attempted to sneak out of the Gryffindor tower after curfew. Sure, she was always up to something, perhaps heading out to drink, but she’d never before actually snuck out while her room mates were alseep.
Getting out was the easy part, seeing as how there hadn’t, rather surprisingly, been any squeaky boards. With sock covered feet she tip-toed as quietly as she could down the long hallway, heading for one of the side staircases leading down to the first floor, assuming none of her house mates could hear the portrait closing. Try as she might though, her silent footsteps could be heard, in all probability she assumed, by every person, asleep or otherwise, in the building.
As aforementioned, sneakiness was not a quality Noah possessed.
There was a moment when she thought of how silly she must look, wearing but a tank top, jeans and socks. Not to mention the fact that her socks were very much mismatched, one being a hot pink and teal toe sock and the other being a regular old black sock. She’d never much cared about what she wore to go out, and her socks almost never matched due to that fact that she never folded her clean socks into pairs. So it wasn’t something she ever put too much thought into.
When she reached the bottom of the staircase she assumed she was in the clear and marched triumphantly down towards the dungeons where the kitchens happen to be located. Perhaps marching isn’t the best word to describe the style in which she moved down the marble hall, skipped and frolicked would perhaps be better words.
It seemed to Noah that she was constantly getting hungry in the middle of the night. Every time she made a trip into Hogsmead she was there for only two purposes, to spend a day not at school, and to replenish her supply of snack foods. She always had snacks on hand in her bedside drawers. When asked what she wants for her birthday or Christmas, she will almost always respond first with some form of edible item.
Sadly for Noah, her supply drawer had been empty for about a week now, as she’d not made the trip to Hogsmead yesterday. It was thus that she found herself standing in front of her favorite place in the whole school, even though she’d never actually been inside; searching for something that would stop the grumbling and gurgling that her belly was emitting. The only problem she could see, was figuring out how to get inside. Oops. She groaned as she realized it could take her forever to guess how to get past the still life painting that hid the door to the kitchens.
“Damn it!” she kicked the wall next to the painting in frustration. Her only thought was that it would be an auditory password. This being the case, she began spewing out random word combinations, hoping to stumble upon the correct wording.
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