Rise was shivering. Not just shivering, she was literally shaking. A side corridor off the Entrance Hall was almost always deserted, and that was where Rise found herself, curled into a ball, her eyes locked on the wall in front of her. She was dripping wet... again, this time by the same band of Gryffindors that had doused her in water not two evenings prior, she couldn't go back to her Common Room because she was dripping, and they wouldn't let her in, and because the full moon was coming up, Rise's magic was on the fritz and it wouldn't allow her to dry off her clothes, it would only spark and make her clothes smoke somewhat, which she had to literally put out the fire that had almost been created by MORE water on herself, this water was chillingly cold, almost like ice, and Rise was pretty sure she was going to catch her death.
Night time was drawing nearer, and the last rays of the sun disappeared behind the mountains, leaving the abandoned corridor that Rise was in, completely silent and black as death. Shivering, Rise knew she had to get up at one point and go back to her Common Room, but she wanted to wait until there were less people inside before she made her move, so she waited, waited for more people to thin out of the common room. Unfortunately tomorrow was Saturday, meaning they would be up all night long and not even thinking about the little Werewolf girl, who was all alone, shivering, and fearful, waiting for them to go to bed.
by Risé Lehmberg Thu May 10, 2012 3:15 am
