Post by SYLVER LILLIE DANE on Jan 1, 2018 14:36:35 GMT -6
too young to understand
The rocks skipped easily across the Lake's glassy surface, creating perfect, radiating semi-circles that danced across. The ripples were fun to watch, a needed distraction. Plus, being outside was nice. It always helped. She sometimes got so frustrated that they had to spend so much of their time inside, she wished more classes were taught on the beautiful grounds. It was a waste, really.
Syl was growing tired of the current activity, though. She felt the odd need to find something shiny, which lead her wandering across the lake's shore, hoping to run into someone. It only took her wandering for a few minutes, before she came upon another girl, roughly her age. She wondered if she could sneak up on the girl, but, before she could contemplate that, she turned and spotted Sylver. Apparently, she was less quiet than she intended. Stepping forward, Sylver tried to deflect attention from her own wandering eyes. "Isn't it a little cold to be by the Lake?" She asked, blinking her wide eyes innocently. As if she was not also by the Lake.
Sylver liked shiny things. She liked to seek them out, pick them up, feel their weight in her hands. She didn't much care if the item belonged to somebody else, it didn't really matter. Most of the time, the things she 'borrowed' from people, they didn't even notice the item was gone until many days later. Even then, she found it a little hard to feel any guilt for her actions.
She was down in the Dungeon Corridor today, wandering about. Twirling a bit of her short hair around her finger, she bit her lip as she rounded a corner, squinting her eyes to assess it. It was empty, except for a doors that lead to various rooms. As luck would have it, a bag had been left near a half open doorway. Apparently, its owner had assumed it would be safe here in the hallway. After all, Hogwarts was a pretty crime-free place.
Moving closer to the bag, Syl stooped down quietly, using cat-like quickness to flip the bag open and sort through the items as swiftly as possible. Just as she was about to choose what she wanted to pocket, she heard a noise behind her. Jumping up, she realized she still had the bag in her hand. Holding it behind her back, she turned to face the intruder, raising an eyebrow at him. She didn't know if he was the owner of the bag, but it was best to act casual anyways. "Gosh, you're loud." She said, referencing the boy's movements about the hall. Insults were usually distracting.