Post by October Cricket on May 31, 2006 19:56:24 GMT -5
October shuffled quietly into the Three Broomsticks and slumped into a chair at the nearest empty table. She rested her chin on the table's edge and stared at the wall before her, looking as tired and bored as ever. She must have looked pitiful, sitting there at the table, staring into space with her mournfully empty blue eyes and her head of prematurely greying hair.
With the thought of her hair, October tentatively reached up and twirled a stray strand of her black-and-white around her index finger. Her admittedly muggle friends, the ones that she'd had before coming to Hogwarts, had always told her that a ponytail did not suit her, that she looked much better with her hair unbound. The fourth year only wore a ponytail for the purpose of keeping her hair out of her eyes, she had never really cared about the way it looked.
Her fingers strayed down to the ribbon tying her hair back. She picked at the ribbon until it started to come loose and she pulled it out, letting her hair fall into its natural place. The ribbon was a deep blue, embroidered with tiny figures of people and animals. A man and a woman stood in a field, surrounded by flowers and butterflies, just walking along and seeming to be having a pleasant time. The handiwork on it was brilliant and it was, by far, October's favorite ribbon.
The ribbon had been given to her by a cousin, one much older than she was, on the day of her father's funeral. He had simply walked up to October during the burial and handed it to her, saying he hoped it would help her to feel better.
When October thanked him, he merely knelt down and said 'October, someone out there worked their fingers to the bone merely for the honor of knowing you are going to wear it in your hair.' He said, patting her head before getting up and waltzing off before she could ask what he meant.
"Hm." She hummed to herself, "This is the first time in a while I've thought about that..."
((Another really long post from October Cricket.))
With the thought of her hair, October tentatively reached up and twirled a stray strand of her black-and-white around her index finger. Her admittedly muggle friends, the ones that she'd had before coming to Hogwarts, had always told her that a ponytail did not suit her, that she looked much better with her hair unbound. The fourth year only wore a ponytail for the purpose of keeping her hair out of her eyes, she had never really cared about the way it looked.
Her fingers strayed down to the ribbon tying her hair back. She picked at the ribbon until it started to come loose and she pulled it out, letting her hair fall into its natural place. The ribbon was a deep blue, embroidered with tiny figures of people and animals. A man and a woman stood in a field, surrounded by flowers and butterflies, just walking along and seeming to be having a pleasant time. The handiwork on it was brilliant and it was, by far, October's favorite ribbon.
The ribbon had been given to her by a cousin, one much older than she was, on the day of her father's funeral. He had simply walked up to October during the burial and handed it to her, saying he hoped it would help her to feel better.
When October thanked him, he merely knelt down and said 'October, someone out there worked their fingers to the bone merely for the honor of knowing you are going to wear it in your hair.' He said, patting her head before getting up and waltzing off before she could ask what he meant.
"Hm." She hummed to herself, "This is the first time in a while I've thought about that..."
((Another really long post from October Cricket.))