<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Scylla_Rave_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Papyrus;">Scylla Cromwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14058728#msg14058728)</span></span><br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning | Saturday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ravenclaw Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Inner thoughts<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Todrick Hall - If I Had A Heart (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkTdOjywqOs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Orion | Open<br/><hr/><br/>Usually Scylla needed someone to wake her up. Why did she want to wake up and be part of the world when the grass was greener behind closed eyes. At times she regretted waking up. If she slept for ever it wouldn't matter to her because she'd be asleep. Not like her birth was a blessing in the first place. Her birth was a curse as her mother had loved to point out.<br/><br/>Why she was awake so early was beyond her. Perhaps it was being in a place she wasn't familiar with. With people she didn't feel she wanted to be around. Though maybe it was because the person she was avoiding was behind the same walls, thankfully he couldn't come in without knowing the password. It would be a real nightmare to wake up and come face to face with the object of her hatred - Her Brother. It left a bitter taste in her mouth as she brushed her teeth. Her relationship with him would be as significant as dirt. He drew first blood first, being born the way he was, and leaving her with a permanent scar upon her heart. She'd blame him for everything. Even if it wasn't fair, she'd still do it.<br/><br/>She didn't bother getting dressed, enjoying the feel of the chill that came with each step, as she descended the stairs into the common room. For the moment there was no one there as she settled upon a stool, to the right of her was a french press, filled with freshly pressed made coffee. She had gotten the house elves to help her get what she wanted. Now that she had her coffee she'd turn her attention down into the pages of the little black book she had at dinner time after the sorting ceremony.<br/><br/>Yet, she wasn't half way into the second page, that the sound of someone yawning drew her attention. So much for peace and quiet. She was sure this one would want to strike up a conversation. Maybe if she didn't look their way, they'd gather their things and move on. Go off to explore the castle as she figured many would be up to do. She tensed up. Tried to focus on her coffee and book.