Post by gwenog igraine jones on Dec 30, 2011 15:37:55 GMT -5
CAUSE YOU CAN’T KEEP A SECRET
By no means was Gwenog Jones a morning person. She was a night owl at heart and was completely content to stay up long into the night doing all sorts of things. Usually, on the weekends this meant drinking copious amounts of alcohol and engaging in slightly taboo activities with various gentlemen. Not last night, however. Last night, a Friday night, Gwen had gone to bed at eleven o’clock, frightfully earlier than usual. She’d had a lot on her mind, and turned down her friends’ offers of going to Gryffindor Tower for the night. That was the absolute last place she wanted to be.
Things with Sirius had come to an awkward halt. As had everything else in her usual life (when it came to boys). She’d stopped hopping from boy to boy, ceasing almost all flirtations. She was focusing more on Quidditch, and, miraculously, she’d even cracked open her copy of Defensive Magical Spells: Grade 6 (which she promptly shut after reading two paragraphs, but merely opening it was a breakthrough in itself). Gwen was doing anything to avoid thinking about the way she felt about Sirius, because she was sure that it was something more than their on-again, off-again casual fling. And she was starting to wonder if he felt the same way.
She hadn’t gotten much sleep (much good sleep anyway), and she found herself lying awake in her bed, staring at the navy blue canopy above her four poster at almost seven in the morning. After a few long minutes of blinking and thinking aimlessly, she moaned quietly out of frustration and slid out of bed. A run around the grounds would do her good. If she wasn’t going to be able to fall back asleep, she surely didn’t want to just fester in her bed. Besides, it would be a good warm-up for Quidditch practice later that day.
Two hours later, Gwen had finished her run, and was strolling down the second floor corridor on her way to the staircase hall. She had done a full lap around the black lake, something she hadn’t done in quite some time, and she’d actually found it very peaceful. The sun was brimming over the horizon, but the thick clouds blocked its light, and the misty, thick fog coming up from the lake dulled it anyways. There was only a thin layer of snow on the ground, and the air was brisk. Upon reentering the castle, Gwen realized just how cold she’d really been, but she wasn’t worried. She’d be back up in Ravenclaw Tower soon enough, where she’d have a hot shower and crawl back into bed, and hopefully fall asleep.
TAGS: Open!
WORDS: 444
WEARING: Click!
NOTES: Open, open, open!
Things with Sirius had come to an awkward halt. As had everything else in her usual life (when it came to boys). She’d stopped hopping from boy to boy, ceasing almost all flirtations. She was focusing more on Quidditch, and, miraculously, she’d even cracked open her copy of Defensive Magical Spells: Grade 6 (which she promptly shut after reading two paragraphs, but merely opening it was a breakthrough in itself). Gwen was doing anything to avoid thinking about the way she felt about Sirius, because she was sure that it was something more than their on-again, off-again casual fling. And she was starting to wonder if he felt the same way.
She hadn’t gotten much sleep (much good sleep anyway), and she found herself lying awake in her bed, staring at the navy blue canopy above her four poster at almost seven in the morning. After a few long minutes of blinking and thinking aimlessly, she moaned quietly out of frustration and slid out of bed. A run around the grounds would do her good. If she wasn’t going to be able to fall back asleep, she surely didn’t want to just fester in her bed. Besides, it would be a good warm-up for Quidditch practice later that day.
Two hours later, Gwen had finished her run, and was strolling down the second floor corridor on her way to the staircase hall. She had done a full lap around the black lake, something she hadn’t done in quite some time, and she’d actually found it very peaceful. The sun was brimming over the horizon, but the thick clouds blocked its light, and the misty, thick fog coming up from the lake dulled it anyways. There was only a thin layer of snow on the ground, and the air was brisk. Upon reentering the castle, Gwen realized just how cold she’d really been, but she wasn’t worried. She’d be back up in Ravenclaw Tower soon enough, where she’d have a hot shower and crawl back into bed, and hopefully fall asleep.
TAGS: Open!
WORDS: 444
WEARING: Click!
NOTES: Open, open, open!
IF IT NEVER WAS A SECRET TO START
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