Post by Siresca McKnight. on Jul 21, 2010 13:08:22 GMT -5
Siresca pulled her black jacket tighter around her as she walked down the small pathway. It was a little colder then normal outside. She hated it. Her last midnight dance was left just a tad bit…chilly. Granted, she has danced naked in the moonlight several times in the winter and cast a warming spell around herself, but this time around it was just a silent reminder that fall was not that far off and neither was winter. Her last several encounters at night however have been leaving her a little amused. Some how lately, she was managing to cross several blokes out late and they were always a little bit surprised to find her dancing outside. Though none had yet to come across her before she got completely nude. She was still waiting for that one to happen. Her brothers knew she went outside for dances, but if they ever found out she danced naked…well…she’d see the light of day again, but never the moonlight. They’d bloody lock her in a basement, or hex her if she threatened to escape the school. What if they knew she was on her own private little search to find vampires? Her obsession with them was getting a little bit more severe. Not that she really cared. It wasn't like it was their business what she did with her free time. They were just going to have to accept the fact that they had a bold little sister and deal with it.
Gah, what possessed her to wear a skirt today anyway? She was dressed in a white tank-top with a black jacket thrown over top, and a blood red skirt that came just above her knees. She had felt in the mood for something different, yet still her. Normally she went with one of her corsets when outside of school, but today she just wanted to wear the skirt for some reason. She also wore her kick-ass hooker-boots. Or at least muggles called them hooker-boots. She didn’t care what they were called, she just loved the bloody damn things. When Siresca’s green eyes finally lifted from the ground, she noticed she made it to Hogsmeade finally. It only took her bloody freaking ever to get there. In just a year she would be able to aparate there. Merlin’s beard, but she was looking forward to that. No more broomsticks, or long ass walks, but a quick ‘pop’ and she was where she wanted to be. And all she had to do was think of where she wanted to be. That wasn’t hard at all.
Siresca at long last made it to the Three Broomsticks. She pulled open the door and stepped in. She quickly blew into her hands and sighed in relief as warmth hit her face. She ordered herself a Butterbeer and then took a seat at one of the random tables in the room. She wondered who she was going to come across this time.
Gah, what possessed her to wear a skirt today anyway? She was dressed in a white tank-top with a black jacket thrown over top, and a blood red skirt that came just above her knees. She had felt in the mood for something different, yet still her. Normally she went with one of her corsets when outside of school, but today she just wanted to wear the skirt for some reason. She also wore her kick-ass hooker-boots. Or at least muggles called them hooker-boots. She didn’t care what they were called, she just loved the bloody damn things. When Siresca’s green eyes finally lifted from the ground, she noticed she made it to Hogsmeade finally. It only took her bloody freaking ever to get there. In just a year she would be able to aparate there. Merlin’s beard, but she was looking forward to that. No more broomsticks, or long ass walks, but a quick ‘pop’ and she was where she wanted to be. And all she had to do was think of where she wanted to be. That wasn’t hard at all.
Siresca at long last made it to the Three Broomsticks. She pulled open the door and stepped in. She quickly blew into her hands and sighed in relief as warmth hit her face. She ordered herself a Butterbeer and then took a seat at one of the random tables in the room. She wondered who she was going to come across this time.
