Somewhere in the Magic Wing in a secluded room. The room was mostly cover by the foreign mystical plants like maneater plants, from the basic botany plants in alchemy. Rare magical and common Books and papers spiraling are everywhere. Some are old and some are new, but they all have a purpose. To be read and water by the owner of the room. The windowsill has the utilities needed for gardening instead of herbs.
A old doll house lies at the edge of the room. Being wore out by the many years of being played out by the owner of the room. The paint was almost gone and in the center of the house was a mother, a father, a little girl, and the residential pets properly seated. On the corner across, a high etiquette table with its pair chairs has majority of the papers and books. Another table suitable for alchemy and brewing lies on the third corner. The last and final corner has a regal comfy bed with drapes being not ties to the posts. Plushies were the only thing that lies on the bed besides the owner who was horribly in the bed.
She had gotten a little bit insane from the previous day. As she came over her senses of what had she done. She confined herself into her room muttering of her actions and once more calling herself an idiot. As she wasn't looking her body hit a bottle of unknown liquid that shattered. Which she didn't notice as she looked to her beloved alchemy table. It supposedly seem to be an senseless air exposed liquid. As she went to sleep it cover the whole room. And the next day, all knew is being confined to her bed with the liquid's power covering the vast room she has.
Great I gotten myself sick by a unknown potion, before the one the most important day. I wonder if they could let me off the hook? Nooooo! What I'm doing here! Staying in the my room thinking I could get away from communication. Aww! I just hate everything that happens to me. She as she rolled the sides of her bed whining from conscious amount of problems. Her lavender hair was a mess from the rolling.
"Might as well come in the assembly late ugh." As Aneminia sniffled loudly as the sole resident of the room. Mother. Father. Please help me in these desperate times! She cried in her heart. As she gotten dress (a bit) and grab her bags and her mother's staff as a good luck charm as she walked to the assembly sneezing the way there.
(She wearing her Mage robe(purple) and pjs (cream) guys) |
removed-userOct 2, 2014 6:53 PM