Never knew I could feel like this.

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

Sighing, Arion traced the leafy folds of her book, ignoring the text and watching the pages rise and fall according to the manipulation of her hands. She felt like she had grown old in the period of the last few weeks, and that her change had kept her away from school longer than it should have. Two weeks she'd been gone...two weeks away from anything she knew. This time, when she awoke, she had not been able to whisk herself back where she was supposed to be. She had tried so many times to change back to her advantage,but walking back had been the only way, and walking back through mountain ranges covered and slushy in knee-high snow was not an easy task. It was times like that when she wished she knew how to ride a broomstick. But she hadn't and appiration was something she had never learned due to her parent's belief that particular types of transportations were unnacceptable. Realizing that she had just read the same paragraph eight-and-a-half-times in a row, Arion shut the book on itself, a gusty breath issuing forth from the pages as they whispered something that she wasn't interested in. She didn't care what happened to Grendel, the main character. The antagonist was meeting the protagonist, and she was the least interested person to tell. Throwing the book across the room in hopes of it landing on her bed and missing entirely, Arion grumbled as the red and gold cover opened up and let out a wail of distress. "Silencio!" Her wand jumped suddenly to life five feet away from her and sang brightly as a stream of silver sparks and liquid spell shot out and at the book, silencing it immediately. There was anger in her gaze and form as her wand skittered merrily over to her, leaping up like an excited puppy and landing squarely in her pocket. She stood strait and irritated, her dark blue cloak swirling about her in a tornado of distress, jeans poking out from beneath the silky fabric, her wife-beater shirt peeking out almost anxiously from beneath the blue folds of fabric. With her loosely curled hair down and running about with an animalistic freedom, Arion looked a little more wild than usual, her cheeks stained a bright pink and her ears flushed red. Luckily for most of the students, Arion took a back passagway to the owlery, cutting behind tapestries and gritting her teeth all the while. She was at her destination in a short amount of time and it startled her into frenzied breathing and ultimate silence. Around her, tawny birds blinked sleepily at her, a few black owls barely visible in the surrounding darkness except for the yellow globes that were their eyes. There was a continuos sound of cooing and ruffling feathers, but otherwise, this place was one of sleeping magic, the night air breathing in through the open windows. She wanted to write, but she had forgotten a pen, and she had no one except her brother to talk to right now. For some reason, that wasn't appealing to her, so she sucked in a breath and ignored the sickly-sweet smell of rotting hay and owl defecation, instead moving over the the window and leaning out to stare up at the milky moon. As the night rushed to greet her, wrapping it's hands around her face and smothering her angry emotions, she felt her nose burn and her eyes well up with tears, her stomach aching as she began to sob quietly and alone. She liked it that way, when no one was there to hurt or see her. She needed that right now, and it felt good to exhale all of her anxiety.