Post by Batty Riggs on Mar 23, 2016 14:01:50 GMT -5
It was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year. The whole school was a buzz, excited whispers echoed the halls about butterbeers, and candy, and other such things. But there was just one student not particularly happy about Hogsmeade weekend, a 6th year Hufflepuff named Batilda Riggs, also known as Batty Riggs.
ughhh she grumbled to herself as she dragged her feet against the pavement, her steps were slow and dramatic and her head sunk beneath her shoulders, allowing the plait of her hair to hang just in front of her. She hated Hogsmeade weekends, absolutely hated it. It meant that they HAD to leave the castle because nearly everyone was out here on the weekends and she'd be a fool to stay alone in the castle alone. The walls sometimes spoke, and she'd gotten into the nasty habit of walking down the wrong corridor one too many times and ending up at a dead end whose walls seemed to cave in as if trying to eat her alive. It is.. it totally is. It's trying to eat you a voice somewhere in the back of her mind uttered but she shook her head no no. Castles don't do that. But that didn't make her feel any better, and it didn't make her want to stay in the castle to prove a point. So thats why she was here.
Battys eyes focused on her feet as she approached the only pub she had dared to enter, the three broomsticks. The pub was always bustling, there was always people. And thus no way anything bad could happen. But else where. She shuddered. Everywhere else was just a danger waiting to happen. She wasn't stupid. She knew there were others out there. The history books spoke of disappearances in hogsmeade and whats worse, there was that awful shrieking shack and the tales that came with it. Batty had also heard that the Hogshead was run by vampires and no patrons left without leaving a portion of their blood behind.
Blood.. Disappearances, murder, de-----
She'd hardly noticed where she was walking until she walked right into someone, heads colliding violently with a loud CLUNK and caused Batty to lose her balance and fall back just as loud.
ughhh she grumbled to herself as she dragged her feet against the pavement, her steps were slow and dramatic and her head sunk beneath her shoulders, allowing the plait of her hair to hang just in front of her. She hated Hogsmeade weekends, absolutely hated it. It meant that they HAD to leave the castle because nearly everyone was out here on the weekends and she'd be a fool to stay alone in the castle alone. The walls sometimes spoke, and she'd gotten into the nasty habit of walking down the wrong corridor one too many times and ending up at a dead end whose walls seemed to cave in as if trying to eat her alive. It is.. it totally is. It's trying to eat you a voice somewhere in the back of her mind uttered but she shook her head no no. Castles don't do that. But that didn't make her feel any better, and it didn't make her want to stay in the castle to prove a point. So thats why she was here.
Battys eyes focused on her feet as she approached the only pub she had dared to enter, the three broomsticks. The pub was always bustling, there was always people. And thus no way anything bad could happen. But else where. She shuddered. Everywhere else was just a danger waiting to happen. She wasn't stupid. She knew there were others out there. The history books spoke of disappearances in hogsmeade and whats worse, there was that awful shrieking shack and the tales that came with it. Batty had also heard that the Hogshead was run by vampires and no patrons left without leaving a portion of their blood behind.
Blood.. Disappearances, murder, de-----
She'd hardly noticed where she was walking until she walked right into someone, heads colliding violently with a loud CLUNK and caused Batty to lose her balance and fall back just as loud.