Hogwarts :: Nighttime Stroll. :: Frank x Sybill
Ripped tights showed pale teenage knees. Awkward, young, skinny, still youthful enough to seem playful, old enough to raise questions of rebellion and independence. Fifteen. What a peculiar age. Hormones running rampant, bodies changing, emotions maturing. For a fifteen year old girl, life was weird enough without the dreams. Which is why she was out here. The tower held too many questions, sleep held too many pictures. She needed the quiet. She needed the open air, or a maze of corridors. She needed something to cleanse her mind. Or at least distract. There was a gargoyle-like statue in an alcove made of stone three corridors away. Sybill had seen an older student hide a leather pouch behind it earlier today. Sybill had a talent for seeing things. Sometimes she wanted to, sometimes her eyes were lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. Sometimes things came to her and demanded to be seen, no matter how tightly she shut her eyes to them. The inky black sky was cloudy tonight. But she didn't need to see the stars to know Venus was usually close tonight. The filtered moonlight caught her dirty blonde mop of curls as she stepped closer to her goal. The leather pouch. She thought she knew what it was. She wanted to make sure. Focusing on this helped quiet what her mind was trying to show her. It was stupid, maybe, to be wandering the halls at night. But here she was. Striding along as though it was the most natural thing in the world.