Post by meissa adair nott on Oct 13, 2013 20:07:34 GMT
This was not the first time that Meissa Nott had found herself slinking down to the Forbidden Forest at the first crack of dawn, and it probably would not be the last, either. Curfew? Please. Tacking on one more evening of detention sounded like the least of her worries. Seven years of doing lines really helped her penmanship, anyway.
Disregarding the rules of the school was kind of her thing, and she felt that getting down to the bottom of this mystery was far more important than sleep. Thinking about the creatures kept her lying awake too often, anyway.
"I just need to sketch them a little, make notes of their characteristics, and then I can probably find more information in the library..." The Slytherin girl was mumbling sleepily to herself as she made the trek to the forest. The first pale glow of daylight was peeking over the horizon, illuminating the flecks of dew on the sea of grass around her. It reminded her of looking up at the sky, and she mustered a fond smile at the thought.
"It'll be much easier to find you now that I know what you eat..." Meissa whispered as she made her way to the edge of the forest. This time was different: She was carrying what appeared to be a rucksack full of...raw meat? The bottom of the bag was soaked in blood, and it was dripping through the seams. The smell was beyond foul, but it did not even faze the girl.
"Here, creepy horses..." She called softly. "Come and get the oozing meat..."
Disregarding the rules of the school was kind of her thing, and she felt that getting down to the bottom of this mystery was far more important than sleep. Thinking about the creatures kept her lying awake too often, anyway.
"I just need to sketch them a little, make notes of their characteristics, and then I can probably find more information in the library..." The Slytherin girl was mumbling sleepily to herself as she made the trek to the forest. The first pale glow of daylight was peeking over the horizon, illuminating the flecks of dew on the sea of grass around her. It reminded her of looking up at the sky, and she mustered a fond smile at the thought.
"It'll be much easier to find you now that I know what you eat..." Meissa whispered as she made her way to the edge of the forest. This time was different: She was carrying what appeared to be a rucksack full of...raw meat? The bottom of the bag was soaked in blood, and it was dripping through the seams. The smell was beyond foul, but it did not even faze the girl.
"Here, creepy horses..." She called softly. "Come and get the oozing meat..."