the answers in the pouring rain Aug 22, 2017 3:48:19 GMT -6
Post by ANNABELLE WOLFE on Aug 22, 2017 3:48:19 GMT -6
timing: February 2012
Annabelle stared down at the text in front of her, unseeing. Her mind had wandered off long ago from the goblin rebellions written before her. Rather surprisingly however, it had not wandered off in the direction of her beloved. They had been inseparable, as they always had been. But he was off doing something with Izzy. Or was it Damien? Her life was passing so quickly before her eyes, she felt rather left behind. She had no brothers or sisters. She didn't have her parents acceptance, nor was she willing to accept them. Anna had been so on edge lately, it wasn't uncommon for her temper to boil over and result in a shouting match. She ran her fingers through her thick brown hair, wishing she could just slow down.
Looking up at the window beside her, Anna watched the rain fall. She wished she could live in these moments forever, that she wouldn't have to leave Hogwarts. Every day she went back and forth. She wanted to start the rest of her life with Wayland, but she wanted to prolong the moments in which she was sheltered from responsibility. They could travel perhaps. They could see the world together, embrace new adventures. But Anna wanted to be important. She wanted to leave her mark on Hogwarts history. But how? She wasn't Head Girl. She wasn't even very important.
With a sigh, Anna closed the book and shoved it back in her school bag. She wasn't going to be able to focus on writing an essay on goblin wars if she was too busy worrying about her future. Rising from her seat, Anna set off still in a bit of a daze. She wandered along the corridors, wondering why she couldn't stop time or do hours over again. She wished she hadn't shouted at that second year for talking too loudly. She wished she had done something important.
Anna paused outside a window on the sixth floor, her eyes drawn to the grounds far below. There was a movement she could only just see through the rain. A great beast, prowling along the edge of the forest. She couldn't quite make it out, and she leaned forward so that her nose was very nearly pressed against the glass. But a voice behind her made her jump and yelp in fright. She whirled around, glaring. She could feel her temper rising. Anna opened her mouth to tell them off, but stopped. Wasn't she just wishing to be calmer? She closed her mouth and took a breath. "You scared me," said Anna, not quite managing to keep the resentment out of her voice.