Post by kat33 on Mar 20, 2012 20:08:06 GMT -5
Sometimes, when the school became confining and her regular pastimes too repetitive to be of any interest, Isolde would look for something new to do. She would search and search until something of interest would come along; this time she had come across the lake only to see a giant tentacle for split second. The sight instantly aroused the blue eyed girl’s fascination and within moments she was skipping rocks across the dark, reflective water in an effort to bring the rumored giant squid up to the surface yet again.
Being a seventh year, Isolde had been told that she was to be responsible, mature and all around adult-like. And she was, inside the school and only when with those who cared. When she was on her own, her true character shone through; the happy-go-lucky, curious young woman who just wanted to see how the world works. Hence the skipping stones by the Hogwarts Lake.
Isolde was sitting quite comfortably on the grassy shores of the lake, tucking legging covered legs beneath her with her long dark hair tucked behind her ears. Her teeth bit a rouged lip with the concentration of someone who is watching closely for something to happen. She was hoping that the squid would show itself, of course, it was a hope that would never come true – unless a miracle happened. The damn thing hid at the slightest hint of something living, and Isolde’s rock skipping was almost definitely not helping in her quest to see it.
Ah well, one could hope.
The happy, optimistic nature of the seventeen year old kept her sitting there, and would probably keep her there for an hour or so more (unless something or someone came along to distract her). As she sat there in the quiet of the evening (it was just after dinner) she began to sing softly under her breath, reciting a song she knew by heart called “Winter Winds.” It was one of her favorites and in times of solitary rest she would sing, whistle, or hum it to herself, as if to keep herself company.
”My head told my heart, let love grow. But my heart told my head, this time no, this time no.” she sung softly to herself, the lilting melody calming her down further and allowing her bright smile to shine through. It was times like these when she could be herself and nobody would care, nobody would tease her for her never dark nature and supreme curiosity (the likes of which are hard to come by). Maybe, just maybe, she would get lucky tonight and actually find a situation worth her attention.
Her Outfit: www.polyvore.com/isolde_day/set?id=45267426
Being a seventh year, Isolde had been told that she was to be responsible, mature and all around adult-like. And she was, inside the school and only when with those who cared. When she was on her own, her true character shone through; the happy-go-lucky, curious young woman who just wanted to see how the world works. Hence the skipping stones by the Hogwarts Lake.
Isolde was sitting quite comfortably on the grassy shores of the lake, tucking legging covered legs beneath her with her long dark hair tucked behind her ears. Her teeth bit a rouged lip with the concentration of someone who is watching closely for something to happen. She was hoping that the squid would show itself, of course, it was a hope that would never come true – unless a miracle happened. The damn thing hid at the slightest hint of something living, and Isolde’s rock skipping was almost definitely not helping in her quest to see it.
Ah well, one could hope.
The happy, optimistic nature of the seventeen year old kept her sitting there, and would probably keep her there for an hour or so more (unless something or someone came along to distract her). As she sat there in the quiet of the evening (it was just after dinner) she began to sing softly under her breath, reciting a song she knew by heart called “Winter Winds.” It was one of her favorites and in times of solitary rest she would sing, whistle, or hum it to herself, as if to keep herself company.
”My head told my heart, let love grow. But my heart told my head, this time no, this time no.” she sung softly to herself, the lilting melody calming her down further and allowing her bright smile to shine through. It was times like these when she could be herself and nobody would care, nobody would tease her for her never dark nature and supreme curiosity (the likes of which are hard to come by). Maybe, just maybe, she would get lucky tonight and actually find a situation worth her attention.
Her Outfit: www.polyvore.com/isolde_day/set?id=45267426