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She didn't need to have her eyes opened to know when someone was standing in the room, a few feet away from her. Her fingers continued to move, her eyes remained closed, but a smile appeared on her lips. "If you're going to stand there, can you please close the door?" Eleanor asked kindly. "Leaving it open ruins the acoustics... in a way."
"No, no, no! It's not right! It's just not right!"
"Five note scale, Ellie, five note scale," she muttered to herself, a crease forming between her eyebrows due to how hard she was concentrating on the image in front of her. "Your finger formation is off," Ellie groaned, leaning back in her chair as she pressed her palm on the strings. "Awful, awful, awful."
The giggly chirp of the birds and a fresh as the morning breeze gently brushed against her cheeks. More than everything right now Carla wanted to grab those birds by the neck and silent them, but then, she looked up to see two little ones in a nest, and her heart soothed. The birds skipped around the nest, cheerfully, then fed their babies, but those little things made Carla feel worse. Birds took care of their youngsters. They feed them, keep them safe, they teach them how to fly; isn't that what every parent should do? Isn't that what her mother should have done -- teach her how to fly in those crazy winds?
She unwrapped the herbs she was holding in her hand and looked down at them -- the lady that gave them to her promised that her migraine would go away if she took them regularly. She put one of them inside of her mouth and chewed on it, kind of disgusted with the taste, but she decided to go through with it; with anything that would help. Carla sighed deeply, again, and focused on wrapping her herbs up neatly.
Cedric walked through the dimly light dorm hallways. His feet were bare and felt cool against the floor. Why was he up at whatever insane hour of the night it was? He couldn't tell you if he tried. Sleep trouble? Sure. Let's go with that. He turned a corner, not exactly sure where he was or where he was going. The incredible size of The Coven was a maze even for a resident who was born and raised here such as himself, especially at this hour. He had a lot on his mind and didn't expect to bump into anyone when rounding the next corner. But, he did. Classic.
He looked up startled not really able to make out the face of the person he had bumped into. Letting his eyes adjust to the low light, he remembered that he should probably say something.
The corner of his mouth turned up to form the lazy small smile that had become a habit.
Hey, erm.. sorry about that. You alright?
Yeah. It was lame. But he was too sleep deprived to mind really.
With another teaching year soon coming to a close, she could practically feel the energy of new arrivals coming in; witches who are sought out and brought in months before a new year of teaching commences. It was an odd thing to love but she loved seeing them come in. The awestruck look in their expression, mouths hanging open as they witness people being levitated across the room, and best of all, seeing their crushed look when they're told they have to take classes in the human world as well. So as she sat in one of the chairs provided in the Foyer, coffee cup in hand, and her mother's grimoire in her lap, Brenda waited patiently for four o'clock to see those same looks she so loves to watch.
She was late. Unbelievably late and she couldn't really remember how she lost track of time. She had showered and ate at the normal hour and then went to go work on her audition piece... And got distracted by attempting to write her own song. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she muttered to herself, rounding the corner. Her cello hung between her shoulder blades in its case like a makeshift backpack, and in one hand she held her guitar and in the other she held her saxophone. She was undeniably late for classes--she had to hurry. But in all her haste, as soon as Eleanor turned the corner, she collided right with another body. And fell to the ground. "Okay," she groaned. "That hurt."
