Post by conway on Nov 18, 2007 21:32:31 GMT -6
The autumn air provided the chance to relax, to just enjoy himself. The air was crisp, cool, almost biting by this point, but while it was nippy, it wasn't enough to have a need to cover his ears and face. It was enjoyable, over all, and Scott couldn't help himself when he realized there was time to make it to the lake. It was a Saturday morning and he had lots of work to do, but he thought a few moment could be spared to enjoy the view the lake provided.
Along the shore, he walked in his beloved sandals, the things that would not leave his feet, even when winter was in full bloom. Jeans, long enough to cover his legs, worn and ripped at the knees. They were pants, and they covered his boxers he wore underneath, and he felt no need to throw them out, they weren't beyond repair, though they were getting there. A long-sleeved dark blue shirt covered the length of his arms, plain with no design. A gray t-shirt layered over the former, sponsoring a band he once heard play at a muggle concert the summer previous. They weren't big, but they were okay.
Finding a spot with a great view of the castle, he sat his bum down, getting a feel for the ground beneath him as he moved to a more comfortable position, Indian-style seating. It was now that he would allow himself to zone out, to go into a meditative state to think about everything of the past. It was in these times that he could just think about it all, think about his sister and his father. Just think about how his father treated him differently than his sister. Was it his fault his sister didn't have the ability? Why did he have to ignore Scott because she couldn't perform magic?
Breathing in slowly, he held it for a moment before releasing it and starting the process all over again. Meditation was wonderful for clearing the mind, and he was ready to go into trance when everything was broken. The sound of footsteps, light and annoying at the same time.
So much for being alone to think. And while he didn't like the intruder for intruding, he wasn't angry. He couldn't be. It wasn't their fault they decided the lake was a good idea as well.
[[Admin Edit: 2 galleons given by Gin.]]
Along the shore, he walked in his beloved sandals, the things that would not leave his feet, even when winter was in full bloom. Jeans, long enough to cover his legs, worn and ripped at the knees. They were pants, and they covered his boxers he wore underneath, and he felt no need to throw them out, they weren't beyond repair, though they were getting there. A long-sleeved dark blue shirt covered the length of his arms, plain with no design. A gray t-shirt layered over the former, sponsoring a band he once heard play at a muggle concert the summer previous. They weren't big, but they were okay.
Finding a spot with a great view of the castle, he sat his bum down, getting a feel for the ground beneath him as he moved to a more comfortable position, Indian-style seating. It was now that he would allow himself to zone out, to go into a meditative state to think about everything of the past. It was in these times that he could just think about it all, think about his sister and his father. Just think about how his father treated him differently than his sister. Was it his fault his sister didn't have the ability? Why did he have to ignore Scott because she couldn't perform magic?
Breathing in slowly, he held it for a moment before releasing it and starting the process all over again. Meditation was wonderful for clearing the mind, and he was ready to go into trance when everything was broken. The sound of footsteps, light and annoying at the same time.
So much for being alone to think. And while he didn't like the intruder for intruding, he wasn't angry. He couldn't be. It wasn't their fault they decided the lake was a good idea as well.
[[Admin Edit: 2 galleons given by Gin.]]