 Ability is nothing without Opportunity | | Creativity is Intelligence having FUN
Having been let out from the feast, Huxley wanted to go exploring this new prison home, but apparently first years and new kids like herself were herded into this mini-tour... which ended up here, the Ravenclaw Common Room. Huxley was biting her inner cheek as she was led toward the girls’ dorms. Goodness this room was so far away from the entrance. This castle had stairs of forever. Damn those Vanderbilts. They knew what they were doing when they sent her here.
Stiffly she regarded the room. Yes it was very nice, best room she’d ever had a bedspace in; fantastic view, and just everything being light and un-depressing. Obviously she’s not used to this. She was already missing that little dank corner rat hole in the library basement....
She sighed and turned her head. At the foot of one bed there were a stack of trunks and all sorts of luggage that prominently engraved her name on it. It looked like Christmas morning, except Huxley never had presents before. She began opening them and realized they were her robes and clothes and school supplies. All brand new, all personalized. A lump formed in her throat. The old man kept his word. She was being taken cared of. Properly.
She sniffed, hastily blinking away the irritating mistiness in her eyes. She plopped herself onto the bed, soft and clean and BIG. Probably the first time she can stretch herself out and not touch the head or footboard. She sighed and closed her eyes, running her fingers along the rise and fall of the warm quilt. Such luxuries. Something to commit to memory because who knows if all these will vanish when she opens her eyes again.... |