Ah, the wonders of the weather; Nerissa found herself constantly longing for sunny days to spend outside, to lie in the last of the grass before it died off due to the changing seasons, and yet it was only when it was pouring outside that she actually found herself outdoors. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the other students also shared the same interests of seizing the last of the warm weathered days when the sun peeked out from behind the large black clouds that normally filled the sky- ultimately resulting in a flood of children outside, whether they chose to bask in the sun near Hogwarts’ infamous lake, or zip around in the Autumn air upon the broomsticks that their parents had purchased for them over the summer.
Nerissa, however, was not interested in sharing conversations with the rest of the world; they had become aliens to her eyes, and the tongue in which they spoke no longer made sense when she listened in on their conversations. She could remember vaguely, a time when she had sat underneath the wooden bleachers on Hogwarts grounds, where the other students often grouped to speak with one another, and she would listen to their laughter and their soft-spoken, twinkling-bell voices as they spoke amongst each other- but it was not the same when Nerissa could no longer understood the words that they spoke, or the reasons for which they laughed and smiled- and after too long of trying to make sense of it all, Nerissa had found that the noises and the motions began to look and sound jittery to her senses, as if she were watching a broadcast as the television jumped indecisively between channels.
The young female brought a hand upward and curled three fingers around her curly red hair, pulling it backward from her shoulders and neck in order to tie it up in a rather plain way, but a way that would keep the blood-red hair from her eyes when she read- or attempted to read, depending on whether or not her damaged eyes would allow her to read the words from the pages from whatever book she eventually chose to read; it had been a miracle that Nerissa had been able to complete her assignments without running into the complication thus far, and that she had managed to keep her grades steady and unchanging while feeling as uninterested in the actual classes as she was- other than Herbology, of course; a subject which Nerissa had been born to succeed in.
“She's talkin' to the trees again, tellin' me that she's one of them”
Nerissa rounded a corner, her eyes connecting almost immediately it seemed with the bold, white letters enchanted to hover above the door frame of the room which she was making a beeline towards, however, when she attempted to group the letters together with her dull-in-color, mouse-like eyes to form a word, she slowled to a stop, the sound of her squeaky-sneaker footsteps silenced. She was standing just below the metal letters- which made her feel for a moment, as if they were going to fall upon her head and crack her skull into three different pieces, like the fragile shell of an egg- but her eyes seemed to run too quickly over each, odd shape.
“Hogwarts’ Library,” she spoke in a hushed tone after a few moments of standing completely still under the crushing weight of complete silence- everyone else had gone from the castle to run about outdoors with the rays of the sun upon their skin- Nerissa frowned; she had known what the sign had said before she had begun. Had she simply forgotten? Or perhaps it had been swiped from her brain as a punishment for her previous wrongdoings…
Nerissa entered the library, the bottoms of her worn, black and white sneakers thudding softly against the floors as they made the transition from hardwood to carpeted- which was a silly thing if you thought about it long enough; and with a quick turn of her head and a flash of brilliant red hair, Nerissa gave up her lunch to the peacock colored carpet- but then again, not many students vomited suddenly upon the floor of the library, and even if so, there were many charms to reverse any damage done.
With a swift movement of her arms, Nerissa dropped two books on Potions for Pain Antidotes upon the front desk, behind which the forever moody librarian sat, and slid away from the women without so much as looking her in the eye; after many unpleasant encounters with the women, Nerissa had found it best to avoid conversation with her if given the opportunity to do so. “You forgot to sign your name!” called the scratchy voice of the female young Nerissa had been trying so greatly to avoid- isn't it always the librarian who shushes the children within the library- how is it that this women can shout without feeling a tad bit out of place in this silent sanctuary of dust-covered books?
On one foot Nerissa turned, her red hair falling over her shoulder and upon her chest as she spun to face the librarian once more- a heart is bleeding for the loss of what it once was- “my mistake,” she spoke quietly, almost as if in an attempt to restore the balance that had been thrown off when the librarian had called out after the young redhead in an attempt to grab her attention. “if you have a pen, I’ll get right to it then…” she added as an afterthought, wanting very badly to return to her old, splintering table towards the back of the empty place to read about the plants that she could not go outside to the greenhouse to visit on such a fine, sunny afternoon.
by Ivy Skye Fri Oct 22, 2010 3:48 am
