<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/32/ScyllaRavenclaw2.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>WEARING:</strong>Lounge wear, long black open cardigan, over a lavender tank top, and black sneakers.<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>: 30 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning | Saturday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Moving towards the Great Lake<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Unexpected guest in her little place<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Evanescence - Never Go Back (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KS4ve6Rvsp4&list=OLAK5uy_niTDxUfloUQR5GnclThBALslR6-KhOpwM&index=2)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Vega | Mentioning: Aaric (Not in name), Xual.<br/><hr/><br/>This was the 5th Saturday she had woke up into. The days were becoming easier to wake up to. Still riddled with episodes of depression. Somehow, her body was desperate for social interaction, and yet her mind deprived it of her. She was the vessel to be used as her grandmother had wished of her. She was going to honor her lineage by becoming an exceptional healer. Nothing more nothing less.<br/><br/>She had found herself taking up volunteer work within the hospital wing and her bedside manners were little to be desired. She watched as people took their lives for granted. Though was it okay for her to generalize that some didn’t go through the same things she did; were told the moment you could understand human language that your birth ruined every bit of happiness in one’s life. That her mother’s marriage was destroyed and given to the mistress that was able to produce a living breathing heir. She did not bother to try and understand human existence; she felt cursed. Bitter, watching the smiles and laughter filling the space. She was told on many occasions that she should become softer; invoke a touch that was gentle, nurturing, soothing to the healling.<br/><br/>What did that even mean?<br/><br/>It was something she struggled with greatly. Basic human interaction; you’d think she was autistic. She was just awkward. Didn’t bother because what was there worth living for? She felt empty.<br/><br/>It was in those memories that she felt a chill as she dragged a light black sweater over her board shoulders. Sauntered in silence down towards the wash room where she’d ready for the day. She didn’t know what she wanted to do with her time. She could sit by the fireplace and read; go the library and read, or she could find some place out on the grounds where she could disappear into her own little world. The one place no one could trample into.  She glanced out the windows at the weather and gathered her shoes and a book. She’d do the later.  She decided to skip breakfast because she remembered looking in the mirror and thinking she had gained a little weight. She’d eat something light at lunch.<br/><br/>She slipped out of her common space without a sound, through the castle she strolled. The soft sounds of the earth crushing underneath her shoes echoed out all around. A book cradled underneath her arm as her legs carried her out towards the Great Lake. There was a specific spot she liked to rest by; a tree that had been supportive against her wavering back. She thought back to yesterday, as she allowed her mind to wonder, her body automatically knew her destination there was no attention needed. It had been 5 Saturday’s after all. A faint smile curled her lips as she glanced up towards the massive tower that held the Owlry and just as quickly did it leave. She shouldn’t allow herself to have such thoughts; she shouldn’t because she was reaching for something she felt was impossible for her to have; something her mind keeps telling her she doesn't want. Don't be greedy; you're undeserving of such things. Your worthless. It was Xual she'd place the blame on, he put him up to it, trying to get her guard to fall so he could attempt to make a nest in her life.<br/><br/>She wouldn’t fall into that trap no! However, as she rounded the massive tree she adored so much. She stopped when she saw a puff of smoke and the woman it had come from, a cat she happened to have a chat with. In disappointment her eyes narrowed, not directed at the woman, of course.<br/><br/>“I wasn’t expecting anyone here this early.” Her voice was low giving it a frosty undertone that came off slightly colder than she intended.<br/><br/>She moved as if she was going to leave.