Post by anastasiathorpe on Dec 9, 2011 18:32:47 GMT 1
Anya's fingers gripped at the cool glass of butter beer the brunette waitress, Victoria, had given her. There was a book on the table in front of her and Anya was occasionally pausing to let go of her drink with one hand and flip the page over. Being so engrossed in her book, she hadn't seen the group of students gathering behind her, they were giggling and planning, but Anya didn't hear them and went on completely naive to their actions. One ran forwards and pushed her, so was so shocked that she dropped her drink, and it crashed to the table, splattering her and her book with the remaining butterbeer.
Glass cut her fingers as she picked up the now soggy book. The book was ruined anyway, what would a little blood do to it now. She wiped her fingers on her hankychief and blotted her hands dry carefully. She stood and picked up the soggy book, and manuevered her way through the tables to the bar. She hopped up onto a bar stool, where she was surrounded by people. She ignored the laughs of the teens who were at that point being ushered out of the inn. Anya looked at the ruined book, her eyes were forlorn and glassy.
It was a shame, that Anya had no skill for fire spells overwise she would have dried her book off, with a small fireball, but Anya wasn't even going to try that. Any fire spell she cast could be from a spark to large fireball, she couldn't control the flames. They did what they wanted to. No, Anya's speciallity was water. She could control most water spells easily and usually got the difficult ones after a bit of practise.
Glass cut her fingers as she picked up the now soggy book. The book was ruined anyway, what would a little blood do to it now. She wiped her fingers on her hankychief and blotted her hands dry carefully. She stood and picked up the soggy book, and manuevered her way through the tables to the bar. She hopped up onto a bar stool, where she was surrounded by people. She ignored the laughs of the teens who were at that point being ushered out of the inn. Anya looked at the ruined book, her eyes were forlorn and glassy.
It was a shame, that Anya had no skill for fire spells overwise she would have dried her book off, with a small fireball, but Anya wasn't even going to try that. Any fire spell she cast could be from a spark to large fireball, she couldn't control the flames. They did what they wanted to. No, Anya's speciallity was water. She could control most water spells easily and usually got the difficult ones after a bit of practise.