The Staggering Lion and the Helpful Eagle
Jan 4, 2015 21:55:44 GMT
Post by Darcey Dwight on Jan 4, 2015 21:55:44 GMT
Darcey left the Hog's Head, having spent the entire evening making small talk with the elderly barkeeper and indulging in a bit of drink. Soon her and a Hufflepuff Beater had gone neck and neck in a challenge over who could chug the most butterbeer fastest and Darcey had won with a hefty price. The price of her sobriety.
Now the Gryff was wandering the maze-like corridors, dimly lit and confusing as ever. She hadn't felt this hopelessly lost since her first year and in her drunken haze had somehow managed to make it to a deserted corridor that looked as vaguely familiar as the rest she had staggered aimlessly down. Darcey was exhausted, panting for breath and her head was swimming something fierce causing her to feel a bit nauseous but she held the contents of her stomach down with an iron will.
The dark-haired witch finally gave up on making it back to her cozy, inviting cot and instead nestled up pathetically in a cold, dark alcove near a door with a peculiar, brass knocker that spoke riddles at her, riddles she was too tired and drunk to even attempt to decipher at the moment and instead grumbled at it to shut it's trap.
That's when the door swung open and for a moment Darcey contemplated summoning the motivation to get up off the ground and venture inside the mysterious, chattering door but decided against it, too exhausted to move a muscle. A figure, slender and petite emerged from the threshold, causing Darcey to lift her gaze up to evenly meet a pair of stunning, pale, blue eyes that made her heart hammer pleasantly in her chest. Parting her lips in awe of the angelic female with hair black as night, she found herself momentarily speechless due to the beauty she was struck with. Then with a lopsided grin she greeted cheerfully after a long pause, "'Ello Love! Lovely night isn't it? Perfect for an evening stroll. Been making friends with this here door, you see. Quite the talker that one." Darcey rabbited, gesturing with the flick of her tousled head to the now silent door.
Mildred-Margaret Mae McIntyre
Now the Gryff was wandering the maze-like corridors, dimly lit and confusing as ever. She hadn't felt this hopelessly lost since her first year and in her drunken haze had somehow managed to make it to a deserted corridor that looked as vaguely familiar as the rest she had staggered aimlessly down. Darcey was exhausted, panting for breath and her head was swimming something fierce causing her to feel a bit nauseous but she held the contents of her stomach down with an iron will.
The dark-haired witch finally gave up on making it back to her cozy, inviting cot and instead nestled up pathetically in a cold, dark alcove near a door with a peculiar, brass knocker that spoke riddles at her, riddles she was too tired and drunk to even attempt to decipher at the moment and instead grumbled at it to shut it's trap.
That's when the door swung open and for a moment Darcey contemplated summoning the motivation to get up off the ground and venture inside the mysterious, chattering door but decided against it, too exhausted to move a muscle. A figure, slender and petite emerged from the threshold, causing Darcey to lift her gaze up to evenly meet a pair of stunning, pale, blue eyes that made her heart hammer pleasantly in her chest. Parting her lips in awe of the angelic female with hair black as night, she found herself momentarily speechless due to the beauty she was struck with. Then with a lopsided grin she greeted cheerfully after a long pause, "'Ello Love! Lovely night isn't it? Perfect for an evening stroll. Been making friends with this here door, you see. Quite the talker that one." Darcey rabbited, gesturing with the flick of her tousled head to the now silent door.
Mildred-Margaret Mae McIntyre