Post by Ramona Adessi on Nov 23, 2014 1:04:43 GMT
Ramona glared at the world outside. The night looked miserable, cold, rainy and pitch black due to the new moon. The chilling November wind was howling and whipping the flags littering the tops of Hogwarts around violently. Ramona groaned, why did she have to forget her bag in the locker room on a night like this? As if the night were some sentient being, Ramona continued to stare daggers at the night, trying to will it back into day.
Crossing her arms, Ramona debated if she really needed to go get her bag. Granted, it did have sweaty clothes from practice in it, but . . . No, Ramona needed to get her bag. Ramona was certain her team mates would not appreciate her dirty clothes sitting in the locker and festering. There was one thing, one big rule on the gryffindor team and that was since everyone had to share the space, everyone had to keep it clean. Ramona would be in for it if the locker room started to smell because of her clothes. She knew what she had to do.
Unfortunately there was one problem; The dark. As an avid roamer of the night, Ramona didn't have a problem with night time, as there was usually candles or wall torches or moonlight to guide her way, but rooms that were completely dark were something of an Achilles heel for the normally brave-to-the-point-of-stupidity Gryffindor and she knew the light in the locker room would be off. When she was younger though and misbehaved, which she often did, her mother would lock her in a dark closet. Sometimes it was minutes, other times it hours that Ramona was in there. It depended really on who noticed first, her brothers or her father, but it was never her mother who would let Ramona out. Needless to say this abuse caused a deep fear of lightless rooms to develop in Ramona that she was rather embarrassed to admit. It was childish, wasn't it? To be scared of the dark at sixteen. While Dom and Cohen, her best mates, knew of the turbulent relationship between mother and daughter, Ramona was hesitant to reveal this particular part of her childhood; the closet.
She needed someone to go with her, Ramona thought, steeling her resolve. She hated feeling weak and perhaps having someone with her would push her to just go in get it, not wanting to compromise her pride. She looked around the common room contemplatively before spotting Cohen on the couch doing homework. Ramona grinned, he would be perfect, the two were too competitive for Ramona not to swallow her fear and just grab the bag. Ramona walked over and jumped over the back of the couch landing hard beside her bast mate and scaring the hell out of a third year who was also doing his homework.
"I need to run an errand, you should come with me." She said with a grin as she stretched on the couch, throwing her arm over his shoulders.
Cohen Myers
Crossing her arms, Ramona debated if she really needed to go get her bag. Granted, it did have sweaty clothes from practice in it, but . . . No, Ramona needed to get her bag. Ramona was certain her team mates would not appreciate her dirty clothes sitting in the locker and festering. There was one thing, one big rule on the gryffindor team and that was since everyone had to share the space, everyone had to keep it clean. Ramona would be in for it if the locker room started to smell because of her clothes. She knew what she had to do.
Unfortunately there was one problem; The dark. As an avid roamer of the night, Ramona didn't have a problem with night time, as there was usually candles or wall torches or moonlight to guide her way, but rooms that were completely dark were something of an Achilles heel for the normally brave-to-the-point-of-stupidity Gryffindor and she knew the light in the locker room would be off. When she was younger though and misbehaved, which she often did, her mother would lock her in a dark closet. Sometimes it was minutes, other times it hours that Ramona was in there. It depended really on who noticed first, her brothers or her father, but it was never her mother who would let Ramona out. Needless to say this abuse caused a deep fear of lightless rooms to develop in Ramona that she was rather embarrassed to admit. It was childish, wasn't it? To be scared of the dark at sixteen. While Dom and Cohen, her best mates, knew of the turbulent relationship between mother and daughter, Ramona was hesitant to reveal this particular part of her childhood; the closet.
She needed someone to go with her, Ramona thought, steeling her resolve. She hated feeling weak and perhaps having someone with her would push her to just go in get it, not wanting to compromise her pride. She looked around the common room contemplatively before spotting Cohen on the couch doing homework. Ramona grinned, he would be perfect, the two were too competitive for Ramona not to swallow her fear and just grab the bag. Ramona walked over and jumped over the back of the couch landing hard beside her bast mate and scaring the hell out of a third year who was also doing his homework.
"I need to run an errand, you should come with me." She said with a grin as she stretched on the couch, throwing her arm over his shoulders.
Cohen Myers
