(( OOC: ^_^ No, it's not . ))
Sabriel was hiding.
Well, he would not call it hiding. He was solitary by nature. He liked to be alone. So when he entered the Great Hall and realized he would not quite be able to handle the sudden multitude of students swarming inside for study sessions, he fled to the nearest staircase and started to climb. If he happened to find a large group of children along the way, he would simply head in the opposite direction. But for now, he contented in meandering slowly. Enjoying the shadows cast by the torches. The distant giggles and laughs of nearby (or faraway) students reached his ears.
Sabriel had pulled most of his hair back into a tight, bouncy ponytail. His bangs and forelocks fell forward, gently curving at his jawline and tinted a loud red in the torchlight. It was a far cry from its typical pale blonde. His eyes were elegant and expressive, very much the same metallic shade of the sky during light drizzle. Finally, he was short but lean. Lithe.
To most people, it would have been a girl meandering the halls of Hogwarts. But people knew Sabriel Eurora. Nowadays, only mostly First Years tried to approach him. Nevertheless, he got love letters on a daily basis from both females and males too shy to introduce themselves physically.
Student traffic was getting lower and lower as he moved along. He was going up levels, and he knew he was nearing the entrance to Astronomy. He smiled nostalgically; he had taken this class in his Third Year. It was pleasant enough; it was always nice gazing at all the stars.
But then something broke the silence. It was a voice, feminine in its own right, and it was singing.
Despite the silence being gone now, Sabriel found that the tranquility remained. Whoever was singing, their voice was wonderfully melodic. It was an upbeat song -- Sabriel listened to the lyrics -- and apparently about "getting somewhere". He did not recognize it.
Sabriel stepped into the tower, finding a young girl with wild hair and leaping all over the place, Sabriel had half an urge to turn back around. But she was a singer, no doubt. And quite a wonderful one. Sabriel appreciated her voice, and realized that leaving would be rude and unreasonable of him.
He simply stood there and waited.
Last edited by Sabriel Gardinier on Wed Dec 14, 2011 8:46 pm; edited 1 time in total