Post by Phelan Potter on Dec 26, 2006 22:10:37 GMT -5
The beating of her watch pounded like a tiny pulse, the slim finger tracing the contour of the porcelain shell as she seconds poured down on her. Jade eyes flickered from her wrist to the path before her, half squinted from the blare of the sun against the majestic mountains that swallowed Hogwarts whole. Her cheeks creased as she smiled, humming softly to herself to the beat of her footsteps against the rocky trail. She was just on time, as expected. There was hardly anything on the planet that would stop her from making her way down this same hill every day, from entering the small hut that sat wedged on the tiniest hill. True, hanging with Hagrid wouldn’t seem to be Phelan’s cup of tea, and true, she did not share that same bond her father had shared with the man, but it was the knowledge that she was thirsty for. The sole of her shoe caught on a pebble, throwing her weight forward when gravity kicked in. However, she caught her stumble and slid a foot out before her, picking herself up before she met the ground and leaping forward into a skipping pace. Her rosy lips parted, grinning broadly as she laughed to herself. She really had to watch where she was going more; she really could be a klutz sometimes when she was alone by herself like this, to wander her own mind and contemplate with herself. That really could’ve been a bad accident… but hey! Hagrid’s hut was only a little bit away! And, completely forgetting the near trip she almost encountered just seconds ago, she began to run, with all the enthusiasm in her body flooding into the gleaming smile on her face.
Slowing herself down to a walk, her feet beat roughly against the several wooden stairs, the old material groaning under her weight. Standing parallel to the entrance, she raised a single pale hand. Her fingers curled into a tight fist, slamming on the door; one… two… three… She pressed an ear up to the wood, listening for the signature clattering of pans that often resounded from within whenever Hagrid tried moving about his cramped space. But wait… it was as silent as a mouse. She stood back upright, half expecting tumbleweed to roll on down the hill behind her. She folded her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow as if she was blaming the door on the man’s absence. He knew she would be here, she told him five times! He had promised he would teach her more about dragons if she had come, and she managed to uphold her end of the bargain. Instinct kicking in, her foot tapped on the deck when she heard the crumpling of paper. She gazed down, and low and behold she was standing on a piece of parchment. Bewildered, she tenderly picked it up, gently opening it. It seemed that whoever had written on it was in a hurry, since the ink was near illegible. Though, mouthing out each letter, she managed to read it:
Her eyes, that normally portrayed a tranquil ocean, were set burning with an inferno of inner fire. She crumpled the paper, shoving it into her pocket. There was no way she was going to push herself all the way back up the hill when Hagrid owed her. She smirked, turning to the pumpkin patch. Maybe she could wait, for five minutes and no more, for him to come back. With a cumbersome drag to her step, she jumped off the deck, ambling into the pumpkin patch. She watched her feet carefully, making sure not to step on the smaller plants, or bump into the larger ones. If Hagrid caught her squishing one of them he would have her head, no matter how much he had to repay her. She sat down on a flat stone, brining her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She stared dismaly into the distance, letting out a long breath as she waited.
Slowing herself down to a walk, her feet beat roughly against the several wooden stairs, the old material groaning under her weight. Standing parallel to the entrance, she raised a single pale hand. Her fingers curled into a tight fist, slamming on the door; one… two… three… She pressed an ear up to the wood, listening for the signature clattering of pans that often resounded from within whenever Hagrid tried moving about his cramped space. But wait… it was as silent as a mouse. She stood back upright, half expecting tumbleweed to roll on down the hill behind her. She folded her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow as if she was blaming the door on the man’s absence. He knew she would be here, she told him five times! He had promised he would teach her more about dragons if she had come, and she managed to uphold her end of the bargain. Instinct kicking in, her foot tapped on the deck when she heard the crumpling of paper. She gazed down, and low and behold she was standing on a piece of parchment. Bewildered, she tenderly picked it up, gently opening it. It seemed that whoever had written on it was in a hurry, since the ink was near illegible. Though, mouthing out each letter, she managed to read it:
Phelan-
Terribly sorry about the meeting. Fang got loose, you know
how that can be once his nose be on something he be off. Darn dog…
-Hargid
Terribly sorry about the meeting. Fang got loose, you know
how that can be once his nose be on something he be off. Darn dog…
-Hargid
Her eyes, that normally portrayed a tranquil ocean, were set burning with an inferno of inner fire. She crumpled the paper, shoving it into her pocket. There was no way she was going to push herself all the way back up the hill when Hagrid owed her. She smirked, turning to the pumpkin patch. Maybe she could wait, for five minutes and no more, for him to come back. With a cumbersome drag to her step, she jumped off the deck, ambling into the pumpkin patch. She watched her feet carefully, making sure not to step on the smaller plants, or bump into the larger ones. If Hagrid caught her squishing one of them he would have her head, no matter how much he had to repay her. She sat down on a flat stone, brining her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She stared dismaly into the distance, letting out a long breath as she waited.