Post by Blair Van der Woodsen on Feb 15, 2008 15:48:59 GMT -5
Blair silently sat at the Ravenclaw table, books strewn out all over the table. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, her attempt of keeping it out of her eyes. She was, against her will, wearing the school uniform since it was during the week. Really, she would much rather be wearing her expensive, high-end designer clothes. But no, instead she had to wear this little school girl outfit. Although, on her frame, it was definitely not so "little school girl".
She was wearing the skirt as it was supposed to be worn, only it was slightly shorter (since she had trimmed it with magic). She had become too warm to wear the sweater that went over the thin, white button-up shirt, so she had taken it off, unbuttoning the top half buttons of the white shirt, revealing enough cleavage to make someone want more. The tie was worn extremely loosely around her neck, and a pair of glasses (designer, as per usual) sat on her nose. Not many knew that Blair in fact needed glasses, but she did; most of the time she just worse contacts, though.
Her eyes wandered over the parchment before her as she forced herself to take in the information. It was proving to be much more difficult than she anticipated, however, and she kept moving: crossing and uncrossing her legs, tapping her quill against the table, twirling her hair; she just couldn't stop. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and stood up, heading over to the window, the soft click of her small heels resounding throughout the now-empty Great Hall. After all, it was quite awhile after dinner.
Peering outside, she saw the rain pounding down onto the grounds while a bolt of lightning struck in the background. Blair closed her eyes, listening intently to the beautiful sound the rain made. She loved thunderstorms; she always thought they were so romantic. They were almost a sort of weakness to her, actually. They always seemed to calm her slightly, making her less likely to be a bitch toward someone.
For a few minutes (that seemed like hours) Blair just stood there, enjoying the music (to her ears). Finally, she opened her eyes and just stared out the window, the pane to blurred by the rain for her to be able to see the reflection of the person behind her.
She was wearing the skirt as it was supposed to be worn, only it was slightly shorter (since she had trimmed it with magic). She had become too warm to wear the sweater that went over the thin, white button-up shirt, so she had taken it off, unbuttoning the top half buttons of the white shirt, revealing enough cleavage to make someone want more. The tie was worn extremely loosely around her neck, and a pair of glasses (designer, as per usual) sat on her nose. Not many knew that Blair in fact needed glasses, but she did; most of the time she just worse contacts, though.
Her eyes wandered over the parchment before her as she forced herself to take in the information. It was proving to be much more difficult than she anticipated, however, and she kept moving: crossing and uncrossing her legs, tapping her quill against the table, twirling her hair; she just couldn't stop. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and stood up, heading over to the window, the soft click of her small heels resounding throughout the now-empty Great Hall. After all, it was quite awhile after dinner.
Peering outside, she saw the rain pounding down onto the grounds while a bolt of lightning struck in the background. Blair closed her eyes, listening intently to the beautiful sound the rain made. She loved thunderstorms; she always thought they were so romantic. They were almost a sort of weakness to her, actually. They always seemed to calm her slightly, making her less likely to be a bitch toward someone.
For a few minutes (that seemed like hours) Blair just stood there, enjoying the music (to her ears). Finally, she opened her eyes and just stared out the window, the pane to blurred by the rain for her to be able to see the reflection of the person behind her.
