Post by Celeste Weasley on Jul 20, 2007 12:28:02 GMT -5
[[If you don't know what movie that line is from...your fired.]]
Celeste sat on a bench near the Three broom sticks, one leg bent on the bench, the other dangling down.Her head rested on her knee, as her hands dangled down between her knees. She blinked a few times, then closed her eyes. How extremely boring her life was at this moment. Honestly, she had nothing at all to do except ponder the meaning of life in the middle of Hogsmeade on a bench. How terribly sad she must be, well look. She wasn't sad, actually Celeste was always far from sad. She was either pissed off, or exaggeratingly happy. It was quite appalling how she was always in an extremely good mood, or a sodding bad one. But, that was Celeste for you.
Celeste moved from the bench in one graceful movement, yawning and stretching as she did so. Today she wasn't in a cheerful mood, or a bad one. But that could easily change. She was in one of her lazy moods, where she wanted to be with someone, but who ever came up to her she told them to "Sod off." She was a very interesting being, Celeste. A walking contradiction, at that. She could say she liked one thing, but really hate it. Or she could say she hates one thing, and at the moment she does, then later she could absolutely love it. Celeste muttered something dark to a passer by who waved, then walked into the Three Broom sticks. She ordered herself a butterbeer, ignored the bar tender, and drank her butterbeer. She glanced around at the half empty tables and managed a slight nod to a kind old man who smiled.
"Celeste is that you?" Celeste turned at the voice, and managed not to scowl. Celeste tilted her head up and gave a brief nod to one of the helpers at the Three Broom stick, Angie. She hated that twit, the blundering fool didn't know her head from her arse. Celeste snorted, then downed the rest of her Butterbeer, she paid for her drink, then walked back out onto the street. She tugged on her jacket, unbuttoning it as she perched back on the bench. She smoothed her hands over her beloved dark jeans, that had a few tears in them, then pulled her knees up and rested her chin on them. This was absolutely the most boring day of her life, give or take a few occasions she couldn't remember. What she wouldn't give for someone to come and whisk her way. Celeste paused in that thought, and revised it. They could do whisking as long as her feet stayed firmly on the ground, and not on...say the back of a broom.
Celeste sat on a bench near the Three broom sticks, one leg bent on the bench, the other dangling down.Her head rested on her knee, as her hands dangled down between her knees. She blinked a few times, then closed her eyes. How extremely boring her life was at this moment. Honestly, she had nothing at all to do except ponder the meaning of life in the middle of Hogsmeade on a bench. How terribly sad she must be, well look. She wasn't sad, actually Celeste was always far from sad. She was either pissed off, or exaggeratingly happy. It was quite appalling how she was always in an extremely good mood, or a sodding bad one. But, that was Celeste for you.
Celeste moved from the bench in one graceful movement, yawning and stretching as she did so. Today she wasn't in a cheerful mood, or a bad one. But that could easily change. She was in one of her lazy moods, where she wanted to be with someone, but who ever came up to her she told them to "Sod off." She was a very interesting being, Celeste. A walking contradiction, at that. She could say she liked one thing, but really hate it. Or she could say she hates one thing, and at the moment she does, then later she could absolutely love it. Celeste muttered something dark to a passer by who waved, then walked into the Three Broom sticks. She ordered herself a butterbeer, ignored the bar tender, and drank her butterbeer. She glanced around at the half empty tables and managed a slight nod to a kind old man who smiled.
"Celeste is that you?" Celeste turned at the voice, and managed not to scowl. Celeste tilted her head up and gave a brief nod to one of the helpers at the Three Broom stick, Angie. She hated that twit, the blundering fool didn't know her head from her arse. Celeste snorted, then downed the rest of her Butterbeer, she paid for her drink, then walked back out onto the street. She tugged on her jacket, unbuttoning it as she perched back on the bench. She smoothed her hands over her beloved dark jeans, that had a few tears in them, then pulled her knees up and rested her chin on them. This was absolutely the most boring day of her life, give or take a few occasions she couldn't remember. What she wouldn't give for someone to come and whisk her way. Celeste paused in that thought, and revised it. They could do whisking as long as her feet stayed firmly on the ground, and not on...say the back of a broom.
