Post by mariasanchez on Aug 1, 2007 9:13:48 GMT -5
It was a beautiful fall day. If the professor was still in Cuba, it would have been nearly eighty or ninety degrees on the Fahrenheit scale; it would be really sunny, too. She would be out on the beach with her family enjoying herself as she used to do before they moved across the ocean and to the United Kingdom. However, she wasn’t in Cuba, and it wasn’t entirely warm outside; it was only in the low sixties. Instead, she was at Hogwarts where the sun was hiding behind gray rain clouds that threatened to release its contents at any moment. The day had not started like that though.[/size][/blockquote]
When the professor awoke that morning, the sun had been shining fairly brightly through the windows of the castle. It was not warmer that morning than it was at that very moment, but the conditions seemed better. However, throughout the course of the day, rain clouds had circled around after coming from the south and remained. It was obvious that it would rain had any given moment, but the professor did not have it in her mind to carry herself into the castle. Sure, she loved its insides and how beautiful it was, but the castle was stuffy and got boring after a certain period of time. Besides, she had walked around that castle several times. During her walk about the castle, the grounds had looked so tempting, especially since she had not actually seen them up close while there was light out. So, she took herself a detour and took about a million staircases until she reached the ground floor where the oak doors were. From there, she departed.
When she stepped out onto the grounds, it was as if the sky had changed automatically with her presence—as if she was a bad burden or something. She took it as coincidence, though, for those things happened to people all the time, didn’t they? A light gust of wind blew across the ground and swayed the trees of the forest in a sort of rhythmic motion. The professor’s hair had also been moved, but in a much less rhythmic motion than the trees. Instead, the neat parting in the middle of her head had been thrown askew. Since she was in no mood to fix it, it remained just as it was—askew. Also with the breeze was a chill sent down the professor’s back. It was colder than she had expected, and she was merely wearing her all-black robes to cover her body. She crossed her arms somewhat heavily over her chest in hopes of warmth and started to walk across the grounds at a steady pace, almost in rhythm with the steadily blowing wind.
Her steps mixed with the wind and formed a simple song to which the professor started singing lightly to herself. Her voice was almost unsteady with each step, but the harmonic and melodic sound it gave was calming and soothing to her. She closed her eyes briefly as she walked before something told her to stop. When she did, her eyes opened and revealed a large lake on the ground’s side. She looked at the rushing water against the dirt and grass and heard the slurping noises it was making. The darkened clouds reflected lightly in the water and made it look mysterious. The professor felt a certain summoning about her body that caused her to take another step nearer to the water, but she did not move any further since it was not a time to swim. It was too cold, and she was wearing her robes. Besides, for a professor to swim in the lake would be seemingly inappropriate around students. That was an out-of-school thing. And, even if it had been out of school, she would not have gone swimming with any of her students; only under certain extenuating circumstances would she swim with people of such a relation to her. They would have to be close and would have had to known each other for years. Since she was new there, she and the students would not be close nor would they have known each other very well.
The professor’s gaze rose and fell upon the sky and its clouds. Even though the sun was in hiding, she squinted her eyes somewhat since it was still a bit too bright for her to just look at with a straight face. Then, suddenly, she felt a light mist against her face and realized that the clouds were finally relieving themselves of what promised to be a large, heavy load of rain. It was only a mist that was drizzling, so the professor remained where she was and looked back at the water of the lake. Her hair was soon covered in the mist from the drizzle and made it look grayer than it actually was. It also made it look like spiders had created webs within her hair. And, through the entire time all of this was happening, the professor’s face was content while the area around her was quiet. And, from there, she went into thoughts of her family playing in the rain some years ago when her daughter was much younger.