Fireplace Meanderings
Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2024 9:12 am
There was something about the first touches of autumn, the leaves starting to change colour and the first touch of winter’s cold that made it a special time of year. OK, so the highlands of Scotland weren’t exactly the warmest of places at the best of times, but as the month drew on the nights started to come a little faster and there was that touch of cold that hung in the air, sharp enough to cut at exposed skin. It wasn’t enough to be uncomfortable, not yet, but enough to encourage any students crossing the courtyards of Hogwarts castle to find their way inside as quickly as possible.
It was, in fact, the perfect weather to curl up by the fire in an armchair, a blanket draped across your legs with a good book. Which was exactly where Grace found herself this evening, as the stars twinkled in the sky above, the windows of the common room like paintings which matched the decoration that surrounded her. If the girl didn’t know better she would have thought that they were art. The girl lifted her eyes from the pages of the book in her lap to stare out of the window, resting her head against one side of the headrest as she stared into the darkness, lost for a moment in thought and the sight of the stars.
@Iliana Tsankova
It was, in fact, the perfect weather to curl up by the fire in an armchair, a blanket draped across your legs with a good book. Which was exactly where Grace found herself this evening, as the stars twinkled in the sky above, the windows of the common room like paintings which matched the decoration that surrounded her. If the girl didn’t know better she would have thought that they were art. The girl lifted her eyes from the pages of the book in her lap to stare out of the window, resting her head against one side of the headrest as she stared into the darkness, lost for a moment in thought and the sight of the stars.
@Iliana Tsankova