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Date Posted: 12:02:27 04/01/02 Mon
Author: Pandora Fallon
Subject: Someone of sound mind?
In reply to: Draco Malfoy 's message, "This needle in my spine." on 00:33:08 04/01/02 Mon

The steely orchid toned eyes scalded the evidently aristocratic male as his proximity increased, although her gaze remained evasively slippery to the hold. As his ebony clad dorsum was rotated towards her, she leisurely examined his gossamer locks, the light hue of the silken substance resembling a sort of remarkably light topaz. A pale honey hue; what one would assume angel hair to feyly resemble. Perhaps it was this alluring physical attribute that had first arrested her attention, and what a rare privelege for him that was. Amongst other things not gone unneglected in her preordained checklist for any type of affinity and kinship, the ostentatious, smoothly operating swagger he incorporated into his gait, a detail recognized as that of genteel warlock, furtherly heightened her expectations for him to be sufferable. One of the many ways she differed starkly from her more secretarian peers was that she deemed two individuals of opposing gender could rapportly connect on a basis of companionship that did not necessarily have to include romance.

Her knottily abstruse mind was reeling with the possibilities of not being isolated from any form of human interaction. The sudden optimism, a previously unexperienced emotion, that surged through her shocked her, overloading her with its novelty to the point where she detested it. The inverse of her prior, nearly positively described emotion, a new reprimand encroached upon the ray of light amongst a cluster of nimbus clouds, sending the lumination into terrified hibernation. She suddenly scourged herself inwardly for perhaps setting herself up for a fall, her gaze by sheer luck bidding his backside farewell to contemplate what is directly in front of her. It had been amply fortunate for her because precisely after that very moment, he craned about to issue speech to her in hopes of finding some sort of ballast to root himself to reality. Exhale assured she possessed no conception of the convicting slipping into mild pyschosis on his part since the tragedy he had endured over the timespan of the past months, for she was no clairvoyant. She didn't intend to probe into a, thus far, stranger.

Her lilac toned oculus' thin eyelids concealed the brilliantly bright amethyst windows to the soul; the soul uglied and spoiled, perhaps even rotting, from years of weather proofing from an life with such an unpredictable climate. This weather that caused her to construct a once flimsy, now nearly inpenetrable shell around herself, was of constant rain and sudden tempestuous squalls, provoked by the world's miasma and burdensome. The tragedies of human beings - not their tribulations, but their tremendous, greedy and conscienceless vices, were one of the elements that kept her withdrawn into a state of purdah. The weather had never been balmy or moderate. His intuition that her detachment was from how typical, mostly unexposed, and generally vapid their fellow students were was a contributing factor to her antisocialism. Ergo, his deducement is correct. There were thousands of other adverse explanations for her beguilingly labyrinthine approach to things, but the primary reason was she was ridiculously stubborn.

In the brief moment that her eyes are closed perhaps to escape the recently onset torture, she soon reversed the action and was caught off guard to see that the celestially embodied boy's haunting, wintry grey gaze had befallen her. He was strikingly august, what with all of his pallid characteristics that seemed to mesh together harmoniously to give one the impression of a cherub dwelling in a cheapened world that seemed unfit for the beauty it possessed. Her own image is not unlike it; except for the fact that her skin is bronzed by the sun's glory and her hair is of a more swarthy tone. Until he spoke, she remained lackadasically still and hushed, but when the words did efflux from his fleshy colored mouth, his image combined with his words enticed a galvanizing smirk to her copper roseate lips. His voice was richly satiny and euphonious, and the words he ennunicated with it pleased her to an ineffable extent, for it confirmed her suspicion that perhaps she was not utmostly alone. Her own voice is not trilling and is anything that is the antonym of strident... she speaks with a sort of soft huskiness. "The world is full of doting idiots." Never had truer words been spoken in her point of view. The blandly adorned smirk did not cease to exsist just yet as she lounged back into the wall in unrushed languor and contemplated him blandly, cogitating if she should give a less mazy reply. No, she concluded. She would leave the insolvable, perplexing puzzle that she obscurely is open ended.




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