The Dark Arts: A Journey Part II
written by Cormune
Part II! By: Cormune
Last Updated
05/31/21
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I
Chapter 2
Drip, drip, drip. Something felt vaguely familiar. Drip, drip, drip. I try to open my eyes. Drip, drip. Realization comes to me. Forcing my eyes open, I looked around at my room and sat up on my bed. Eye eyes flew immediately to the far corner, where a gloomy looking desk sat. On it was an opened envelope and a letter looking slightly damp. Under the window was a tank with a small opening large enough to put your leg through it. In front of my bed was the doorand a floor length, skinny mirror hanging on it. Beside it, a dark, wooden wardrobe.
I yawned and stretched. The window on the side of my room looks dark and dreary. It took me a moment to see that it was raining. My right hand felt something wet on my nightstand as I grip it to steady myself. A puddle was slowly forming from a leak on the up on the ceiling. I look up. Water droplets roll down the side of the slanted ceiling and land where my hand just just a minute before. I smile to myself. This room was my favorite. It was at the top of the old, abandoned orphanage in London.
I got up and walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and browsed throught the different sets of purple, dark red, and green of robes. I settled for a deep magenta colored set of robes and slipped them on, looking in the mirror and observing my relflection. Looking back frrom the glass was a 11 year old girl smiling maliciously back at me. She had bright green hair with dark eyes and a rather twig-like body.
I sighed. I closed my eyes and screwed up my face in concentration as I felt myself change. When I opened my eyes again I saw a beautiful girl with dark purple hair styled in a crown-like braid, going across my forehead and purple-ish red eyes. This routine is quite usual. As an underexperienced metamorphmagus, I wake up looking something different every morning. I have forgotten what I really look like, but this is my usual look.
As I changed my eye color for fun, I heard someone calling from down the stair that were just outside my door. "Anita come down please."
With one last glance towards that letter on my desk, I strode out the door and headed down the stairs.
I yawned and stretched. The window on the side of my room looks dark and dreary. It took me a moment to see that it was raining. My right hand felt something wet on my nightstand as I grip it to steady myself. A puddle was slowly forming from a leak on the up on the ceiling. I look up. Water droplets roll down the side of the slanted ceiling and land where my hand just just a minute before. I smile to myself. This room was my favorite. It was at the top of the old, abandoned orphanage in London.
I got up and walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and browsed throught the different sets of purple, dark red, and green of robes. I settled for a deep magenta colored set of robes and slipped them on, looking in the mirror and observing my relflection. Looking back frrom the glass was a 11 year old girl smiling maliciously back at me. She had bright green hair with dark eyes and a rather twig-like body.
I sighed. I closed my eyes and screwed up my face in concentration as I felt myself change. When I opened my eyes again I saw a beautiful girl with dark purple hair styled in a crown-like braid, going across my forehead and purple-ish red eyes. This routine is quite usual. As an underexperienced metamorphmagus, I wake up looking something different every morning. I have forgotten what I really look like, but this is my usual look.
As I changed my eye color for fun, I heard someone calling from down the stair that were just outside my door. "Anita come down please."
With one last glance towards that letter on my desk, I strode out the door and headed down the stairs.
