Post by lily on Jan 24, 2009 9:59:37 GMT -7
Ariana was in a spring jacket and ripped jeans on a November night. Some might say that was crazy, but she called it interesting. It was past curphew, way past. She had snuck out of the common room when most everyone had gone to bed. Her question of the day: Where has my imagination gone?. She had been driving herself insane over it. Nothing creative ever came to mind. It felt like ages since she had been truely happy, ever laughed without faking it. While pondering these maddening thoughts, Ariana's legs had carried her to the shrieking shack. She stared at the ancient building, hoping it would give her inspiration for a prank. She was staring at it so intently, she didn't hear the crunch of footsteps behind her.