Post by Zane Lestrange on Jan 3, 2010 16:05:22 GMT
It was a cold and frosty morning for a trip down to Hogsmeade. It seemed as though most students had decided to stay at Hogwarts and just miss this weekend. However, there were a few dedicated shoppers making their way from the castle into the small wizarding village. A fresh layer of snow had dusted the ground overnight, but when morning arrived, it froze, forming beautiful solid crystals. Footprints in the snow became more frequent as the town grew nearer, the snow becoming more slushy which indicated the increased presence of people. A few students were staring into shop windows, scarves pulled up over their mouth, to take away the bite from the bitter chill and freezing fog.
One of the students trudging through the ice was Zane Lestrange. His blonde hair was covered in a small dusting of snow, which had begun to fall only a few minutes after he had set off from the castle. His eyes were almost closed as he continued to Hogsmeade in a kind of trance-like state, due to a severe lack of sleep. To say that he looked tired would be somewhat of an understatement, more like a zombie from one of those muggle horror films. It was now half past nine in the morning making it nearly 26 hours since he had last slept. Last night was a bit of a blur, somewhat dream-like in his memory.
He had been sitting by the fire with masses of parchment set out in front of him. Each piece of parchment had the name of a member written on it, along with their position in the New Order and their abilities in spell-casting and the like. It was time for a major reorganisation, since he had heard of Rosie’s decision to step down from Second-In-Command. There were several people who were perfectly capable to take up the role, it was just difficult trying to decide, who would work best with who. Several hours later, as the clock had struck two in the morning, he still hadn’t decided. The parchment had been arranged, rearranged and then changed repeatedly. The only piece of parchment which hadn’t moved from its original place, was his own. Zane looked down at the piece of parchment, to see his own face looking back at him; that stupid picture Lily had insisted on taking that day when he was making the files. He looked very confused to say the least. Zane smiled at the fact that Lily had promised she would take another one, but instead used that one.
And now at half nine in the morning, he still hadn’t made a decision. It was too late to call everything off now, everyone was already there, waiting for him and the big announcement. As he neared the village, he paused to just stand in silence and try to clear his thoughts. Too many things to think about. What if everyone else drops out? What if it’s just me, Ted, Lils and James? He continued walking, checking his watch, before spotting a familiar face at the window of the Three Broomsticks. James Potter, laughing as he pointed at his watch and said something about being on time, which was lost through the glass. Zane sighed before pushing open the door and stepping inside, shaking some of the snow off his boots. He saw them all, over in the far corner. Everyone was there, well, except him. He ordered a firewhiskey from the barmaid, handing over the usual amount of sickles and not bothering to collect the change. He walked over to the table and smiled as they made room for him, right in the middle, oh great. There’s no backing out now.
One of the students trudging through the ice was Zane Lestrange. His blonde hair was covered in a small dusting of snow, which had begun to fall only a few minutes after he had set off from the castle. His eyes were almost closed as he continued to Hogsmeade in a kind of trance-like state, due to a severe lack of sleep. To say that he looked tired would be somewhat of an understatement, more like a zombie from one of those muggle horror films. It was now half past nine in the morning making it nearly 26 hours since he had last slept. Last night was a bit of a blur, somewhat dream-like in his memory.
He had been sitting by the fire with masses of parchment set out in front of him. Each piece of parchment had the name of a member written on it, along with their position in the New Order and their abilities in spell-casting and the like. It was time for a major reorganisation, since he had heard of Rosie’s decision to step down from Second-In-Command. There were several people who were perfectly capable to take up the role, it was just difficult trying to decide, who would work best with who. Several hours later, as the clock had struck two in the morning, he still hadn’t decided. The parchment had been arranged, rearranged and then changed repeatedly. The only piece of parchment which hadn’t moved from its original place, was his own. Zane looked down at the piece of parchment, to see his own face looking back at him; that stupid picture Lily had insisted on taking that day when he was making the files. He looked very confused to say the least. Zane smiled at the fact that Lily had promised she would take another one, but instead used that one.
And now at half nine in the morning, he still hadn’t made a decision. It was too late to call everything off now, everyone was already there, waiting for him and the big announcement. As he neared the village, he paused to just stand in silence and try to clear his thoughts. Too many things to think about. What if everyone else drops out? What if it’s just me, Ted, Lils and James? He continued walking, checking his watch, before spotting a familiar face at the window of the Three Broomsticks. James Potter, laughing as he pointed at his watch and said something about being on time, which was lost through the glass. Zane sighed before pushing open the door and stepping inside, shaking some of the snow off his boots. He saw them all, over in the far corner. Everyone was there, well, except him. He ordered a firewhiskey from the barmaid, handing over the usual amount of sickles and not bothering to collect the change. He walked over to the table and smiled as they made room for him, right in the middle, oh great. There’s no backing out now.
