Sunday Afternoon || Oliver & Teagan
It’s one quiet afternoon. After that turmoil weekend, things were getting tough. Seems like someone’s-- the Headmaster’s-- death might bring a huge change in the air. Days seems a lot more quiet than ever, no one seems to get into the mood in doing anything. School was still in its mourning days. The nights were even worse for some of them. Teagan herself had been in a rather shaken condition. She still found it hard not to remember those voices inside her head from her encounter with the Dementors.
With a book on her lap, Teagan sits in a rather empty aisle. Not that she wanted to abandon that book, but the weather seems nice. She had to close her eyes, merely to enjoy the fresh air brought by the wind that blows. She has never been an outdoor person, but the weather managed to convince her to give her pale skin some sun-kissed glow. Her red flaming hair blows frivolously. Strangely, she wasn’t complaining. Seems the winds managed to seep through her, brings back those memories from her home-- her real childhood home. She shook her head lightly, trying to get rid those thoughts. Not another sentimental thought. She doesn’t need any of those right in this moment.
Her musings cut by steps that coming from afar. Her head snaps toward one empty corridor. Her eyes fluttered open, looking for the source of that sound. Hands on her wand, she stands up; got herself into an attack position. She was about to throw a hex as she saw someone she knew there. Her lips curved into a slight smile. “Oh, Lord! Oliver." She lowered her wand, a sheepish smile curved on her lips. “Good lord, I’m sorry..”
