Post by Katharyn Vaughn on Sept 1, 2007 16:01:38 GMT
Her footsteps made no noise as she walked down the past rows of cells in Azkaban. In fact, she made no noise. None but the soft occasionally swishing sound of her cloak as the hem swept across the floor. She pulled down her hood, her hair falling down her back and over her shoulders, breathing in the stale and cold air of the prison. It was sweet to her. It was sweet because she wasn't in one of those cells anymore. She was free again.
Her small mouth curled into a rare unrestrained smile, which even if you didn't know it was a rare occurance, would have looked odd against her pale and sunken face. She almost looked dead, her skin waxy and deathly white, her small frame even smaller from the six months she'd spent in the prison. The only thing alive about her were her eyes, though heavily rimmed with black, they were ripe with malice and shining with the buzz of freedom and promise of being able to return to her beloved Lord. She hadn't felt this alive in six whole months.
Her small mouth curled into a rare unrestrained smile, which even if you didn't know it was a rare occurance, would have looked odd against her pale and sunken face. She almost looked dead, her skin waxy and deathly white, her small frame even smaller from the six months she'd spent in the prison. The only thing alive about her were her eyes, though heavily rimmed with black, they were ripe with malice and shining with the buzz of freedom and promise of being able to return to her beloved Lord. She hadn't felt this alive in six whole months.
