Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2014 23:30:55 GMT -5
Eleonora wasn't entirely sure why Durmstrang did things the way they did. She remembered her fourth year, when, over Christmas Holidays, she received her letter. A Prefect. Her parents were proud, and she soon found herself making a niche with the job. Her upperclassmen liked having someone who was more than willing to take the night shift, even if she never really wanted to get up the next morning, she eagerly roamed the halls close to the midnight hour, to make sure none of her fellows were out of bed, short of an emergency. There had been a small handful of times when she had accompanied a student to the infirmary in the past two years, and even a few times when she had turned a blind eye to one person or another sneaking back to their dorms much later than should have been permissible. Still, it didn't make sense why, exactly, they had to train their prefects half a year early. Surely it wasn't necessary, but they did it. As such, it was the job of the sixth and seventh years to monitor the fourth year probationary Prefects at the end of the year, to make sure they would be up to snuff. Of course, Lore had never once seen a student not make the cut. Being in her sixth year meant it was her turn to train a recruit, and she gave a faint sigh as she thought about the boy she had been saddled with. She knew him - or well, knew of him. No one, it seemed, was safe from him, in some way. She couldn't count the number of times she'd caught sight of him playing Casanova behind a statue after dark, and if she were honest, she would admit that he was one of the few she simply turned a blind eye too. He was just a kid playing games, after all. Let someone else deal with it. She didn't particularly want to. Of course, that probably wasn't the best of reactions, given her status, but that didn't matter.
Another faint sigh, and she glanced around the empty, dimly lit entry hall. He should have been there by now. They were to meet up, and do the rounds, and head to bed for the evening, and to be fair, that was all Lore wanted to do this evening. She hadn't intended to fall asleep, but had done so, and had been entertaining a very lovely dream when a buzzing alarm had woken her. One of the other girls in her dorm had complained, half awake, about the disturbance, as Lore had shoved herself out of bed, and into a pair of shoes, before flying from the dorm. It wouldn't do for her to be late, though obviously, she had wasted the effort. He was nowhere in sight. Not a good way to make a good impression on the person you were working with, and definitely not a good way to get a good review on your training. Perhaps he didn't care, though. Her wand tapped against her prefect's badge, and she sighed, glancing down at the vest she was wearing. An awful amount of white, but that was one of the predominant colors in her wardrobe. Other colors were fine, but if she had her choice, she liked the purity of white, the bloody nature of red, and, on occasion, the calming nature of blue. Tonight, lime and white. At least she knew, even in the dark, she would be seen, so it wasn't as if he couldn't find the ghost of a girl. "Where the hell are you?" she said softly, impatience growing. If he didn't show up soon, she was going to go off and do the rounds on her own. To hell with training.
Another faint sigh, and she glanced around the empty, dimly lit entry hall. He should have been there by now. They were to meet up, and do the rounds, and head to bed for the evening, and to be fair, that was all Lore wanted to do this evening. She hadn't intended to fall asleep, but had done so, and had been entertaining a very lovely dream when a buzzing alarm had woken her. One of the other girls in her dorm had complained, half awake, about the disturbance, as Lore had shoved herself out of bed, and into a pair of shoes, before flying from the dorm. It wouldn't do for her to be late, though obviously, she had wasted the effort. He was nowhere in sight. Not a good way to make a good impression on the person you were working with, and definitely not a good way to get a good review on your training. Perhaps he didn't care, though. Her wand tapped against her prefect's badge, and she sighed, glancing down at the vest she was wearing. An awful amount of white, but that was one of the predominant colors in her wardrobe. Other colors were fine, but if she had her choice, she liked the purity of white, the bloody nature of red, and, on occasion, the calming nature of blue. Tonight, lime and white. At least she knew, even in the dark, she would be seen, so it wasn't as if he couldn't find the ghost of a girl. "Where the hell are you?" she said softly, impatience growing. If he didn't show up soon, she was going to go off and do the rounds on her own. To hell with training.