<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Scylla_Rave_6.png)</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>This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/bf/06/6c/bf066c8b372075d21bd95ca679920000.jpg)<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>: 29 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening | Friday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>In the Owlry looking out at the bonfire site<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Cold feet<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Daughtry - Spaceship (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIFwE_teUi8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>No one | Mentioning Orion and Xual<br/><hr/><br/>It was an hour after the fact. She decided not to go. Not sure why she had gotten cold feet. Didn't know if it was the fact that there would be a lot of people she didn't know or the fact being around people made her nervous. She wasn't use to it. Even though Orion was nice enough to invite her or didn't get scared away after something cold she said. She felt it might be better for him to be able to spread his wings. Though leaving her be as he went off would upset her in the slightest. However, it was probably more that her brother was there and he was someone she was still desperately trying to avoid.<br/><br/>Perched up in the owlry she sat, gazing out at the horizon, towards the great lakes where the beautiful blazing fire lite the sky. It's orange and yellow hues coloring the night sky. It wasn't big but she was in a good place she could see it's glow. Catch the little speck of people littering the place. It was just her and the elements. The sound of soft music filled her thoughts. Since muggle electronics didn't work at Hogwarts, she had a different means, a magic music box with some songs that caught her attention. Of course her choice of music was a soft alternative rock. Something that would never pass with her grandmother. It made her feel so dirty to listen to it at the same time it soothed and liberated her.<br/><br/>So even though she had dressed herself up nicely. A black fitted top, a blazer, with jeans and heels covered her tall frame. A simple outfit for a large gathering. She wanted to still look good while keeping herself from standing out too much, she didn't want to risk the idea of attracting unwanted attention as flattering as most would find it, Scylla wasn't really a woman on the nurturing side. She'd make more enemies than friends she was sure. Much of her house she barely took the time to get to know, seeing as after she graduated, it would make it easier to part ways. Forming no connections made it easier to walk away because you can't really miss something you don't have right?<br/><br/>Daughtry's Tennessee Line (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLQkaKW43pY) played and even though she couldn't really understand. It felt like a journey drifting way from one's past and moving into the future with no regrets. She drew her legs closer to her chest and hugged them, resting her chin upon her knees. How can one move forward and when one was too busy looking back? All she could do was watch from a far. This was enough for her. Wasn't it?<br/><br/>She had not learned a thing.