Post by Ashton Larks on Jan 27, 2006 18:42:21 GMT -5
A beautiful girl with long, sand-coloured hair that fell down her back in layers sat on a rampart of the West Tower, sighing. The girl's name was Ashton Ember Marie Larks, though anyone with sense called her Ash or Ashton. She rolled her large eyes, which were a piercing blue-green in colour - people were always a bit frightened by those eyes. They seemed to bore a hole into whatever she was looking at...especially when she was furious. Anyone with even a prick of smarts stayed away from Ashton Larks when she was mad.
Her body was draped over the rampart in a lazy fashion, so that she was sideways, her profile facing the sun. Ash played absentmindedly with a hole in her faded jeans, closing her eyes for a moment. She might get in trouble for the muggle clothing, but who gave a shit anyway? Ash had been in so much trouble in her life, that it didn't matter anyway. Besides, she had a feeling that her parents payed large amounts of money to the school each year, so as to keep their daughter from getting expelled anyway. It truly wasn't much of a price for the Larks family; they were a prideful, somewhat-arrogant, extremely wealthy pureblooded family. And they favoured their only daughter, Ashton.
Sighing yet again, a small groan escaped Ash's cherry red lips. Stupid boredom. It wasn't yet 2:00 in the afternoon, yet she was already growing tired of the day. Go figure. She had at least 12 more hours to spare, and nothing to do. And that annoyed her. Boredom and annoyance...weren't those close enough anyway?
Her body was draped over the rampart in a lazy fashion, so that she was sideways, her profile facing the sun. Ash played absentmindedly with a hole in her faded jeans, closing her eyes for a moment. She might get in trouble for the muggle clothing, but who gave a shit anyway? Ash had been in so much trouble in her life, that it didn't matter anyway. Besides, she had a feeling that her parents payed large amounts of money to the school each year, so as to keep their daughter from getting expelled anyway. It truly wasn't much of a price for the Larks family; they were a prideful, somewhat-arrogant, extremely wealthy pureblooded family. And they favoured their only daughter, Ashton.
Sighing yet again, a small groan escaped Ash's cherry red lips. Stupid boredom. It wasn't yet 2:00 in the afternoon, yet she was already growing tired of the day. Go figure. She had at least 12 more hours to spare, and nothing to do. And that annoyed her. Boredom and annoyance...weren't those close enough anyway?
