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 Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 6:21 am
It has been a long day and your soul is heavy with toil that you worked through that day. What better way to relieve yourself of this other than to sleep in the safety of your own bed? At the end of each bed, prepared with blue and bronze blankets for your warmth and decoration, there is a chest that you are free to use for storage.
This is the girls dormitory. If any male student is present here when he shouldn't be, and it is reported, he will face the consequences.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 8:11 am
As I entered the girls dormitories I headed to my old room. There I found the blankets and the chest. "Everything is just the same" I said with a smirk. Then i left my things in the bed and went back to the common room.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 2:44 pm
Stepping into the dormitory, Sarah thought back to the last two years she spent there. "Back at last..I missed this place." She then placed her new books and supplies in the chest in front of her bed. Making sure all was in order, she left the dormitory, heading toward the common room.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:43 pm
Ophelia was smart enough to be one of the first in the dormitories, and was able to snag a bed by a window. She didn't really like the idea of sleeping next to an open window where anyone could peer inside, but that was why there were curtains put up. The reason she chose that bed was, when it was after dark and she could not sleep, she could draw back the cobalt and bronze hanging, and let her thoughts wander past the cool glass so her mind may dance around the shadows of the night.
The difference between where she was inside and out there was very little. What were walls and magic spells that separated the two? Ah, they were everything. They were a limitation, a trap, a prison, but just as much, they were a protection. Out there wasn't so safe anymore, now that ol' Voldy was back. Not everyone was believing Potter, more, they didn't want to believe. Ophelia did, though. Perhaps it was her fairy blood, perhaps it was a sixth sense of some kind. Call it what you will, but she could feel it. An evil was lurking out there, perhaps even in here, squirming through muck and filth, slowly expanding its domain as it crawls beneath the skin of good people and penetrates their minds with fear.
Things have changed. No one was safe, not even in Hogwarts. Time was running out.
Ophelia left the dormitories, heading down to the commons.
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