Post by fallensiren on Feb 13, 2009 18:54:44 GMT 1
It was difficult, at the best of times, to stir Siren from her homework or from any project that she happened to be working on. At the worst of times, it was damn near impossible; she appeared to be nearly comatose to the outside world, the only signs of life the scratch of her quill and the darting nature of her hazel eyes.
"Miss. Miss. Miss!"
It wasn't surprising, therefore, that the squeaky house-elf who had been assigned to get her apple cider and whatever else he could cook up was shaking her arm and politely addressing her without any response whatsoever. Finally, she glanced up.
"Hmm?" She spotted the steaming mug of cider and a plate of eclairs, and flashed an uncharacteristic smile at the house-elf. "Thanks, dear." The house-elf beamed and left the plate positioned on the table beside her armchair near the fire, where she'd currently secluded herself to work.
She gave a tired sigh, took a bite of eclair, and let her eyes rest for a moment. It was nearly two in the morning - she wondered why there were any house-elves still awake at this point - and she was still nowhere near finishing the amount of coursework that she'd been set. She glanced around the empty kitchen with another huff of boredom. How she would have enjoyed a quick nap...
The armchair was too comfortable. Having taken a few sips of cider, she dropped off into a light doze in its welcoming arms.
"Miss. Miss. Miss!"
It wasn't surprising, therefore, that the squeaky house-elf who had been assigned to get her apple cider and whatever else he could cook up was shaking her arm and politely addressing her without any response whatsoever. Finally, she glanced up.
"Hmm?" She spotted the steaming mug of cider and a plate of eclairs, and flashed an uncharacteristic smile at the house-elf. "Thanks, dear." The house-elf beamed and left the plate positioned on the table beside her armchair near the fire, where she'd currently secluded herself to work.
She gave a tired sigh, took a bite of eclair, and let her eyes rest for a moment. It was nearly two in the morning - she wondered why there were any house-elves still awake at this point - and she was still nowhere near finishing the amount of coursework that she'd been set. She glanced around the empty kitchen with another huff of boredom. How she would have enjoyed a quick nap...
The armchair was too comfortable. Having taken a few sips of cider, she dropped off into a light doze in its welcoming arms.