The school year is now open!
Sophie jerked awake with an unattractive snort, the sounds of the Dorm Head making there way down to the shower area having awoken her, like usual; Sophie always arose from her slumber when the sounds of Mrs. Hillingbird preparing herself in the morning reached her sensitive hearing.
With a deep sigh that helped get her breathing into a normal state of conciousness, she rolled onto her back, her large blue orbs starting into what would have been the darkness of her bed, if not for the slight crack in the dark, velvet red of the drape that surronded her bed, cocooning the darkness around her. The bed itself was built out of a dark wood, what kind of wood Sophie wasn't sure, but old wood none-the-less. It had large bed posts stretching nearly all the way to the ceiling, inky crimson curtains draped over them, causing the rest of the room to be blocked out. The bed post where connected by planks of solid wood, stretching from the top of one bed post to the other, pulling the beautiful and delicate material over the top of her bed aswell.
Opening the small cut in the surface of the curtains, she rolled out of bed with ease, a slight wince as her feet met cold slate flooring; she jumped forwards, onto a window seat, yanking back the matching red curtains she looked out the window.
'The sunrise is beautiful, like always, but it still hurts my eyes.' Sophie groaned mentally, squinting her eyes and making a grimace, it was 6 am, and Sophies' eyes weren't quite adjusted yet.
She rather enjoyed looking at the ever expanding forest stretching out before her, only interupted by montains or the large glass like lake, instead of the eye searing sunrise, she'd never thought much about sunrise or sunsets, she'd rather enjoy the scenery instead.
Having opened the curtains, Sophie once again hopped onto the cool slate flooring; the space between her bed and window seat was tiny at best, it was only a short stride between the two, but this was the only space she had to move around in the small room. Doing a quick bout of stretches to help wake up her sleeping muscles she turned her head to the right. All she saw was the exit to her room, a large beaten old oak door, blackend with years of use and riddled with dents, it looked lonesome, having been framed in a harsh slate room and accented by unforgiving black iron.
Stretching her head to the left she gave a large, unappealing yawn; all there was to her left was another two short strides until you met with mirror, a small thing it was indeed, she'd heard many complains about the small mirrors from the female student body, but something no female whined about was pressed up against the left side of the room. standing there was another piece of furniture made out of wood; the hulking great mass of oak was none-other then her massive wardrobe; why anyone would need a thing of that size in there room was beyond her, but the room would feel empty without one.
Directly across from that was her school desk, another piece of woodwork, it wasn't much to go on, but it was only a standard rectangle desk; her one was currently covered covered in a mess full of papers and books, a bit of late night study to ease the boredom, instead of being down in the common-room with the rest of the females.
Her feet now numb to the cold, she made a quick stride to her closet, grabbed her bathing things and headed to the towards the door. The thick iron ring was twisted in Sophies' hands and the door unlocked with a heavy knock, Sophie flinched upon hearing it, and hoped she hadn't woken anyone; the reason she got up so early was because the shower area would be free from people, she could eat her breakfast and make it to her class without having to be in a large, rushing crowd.
Opening the creaking door and mentally cussing at it the entire time, she slipped out between the smallest opening in the door she could, with the skills of someone who had done this before, she walked almost silently done the still hushed corridor, the silence only disturbed by the 'swish, swish, swish' of her sleeping pants rustling against each other. Sophie knew this was to be her her routine for the next year.
But as the cold slate turned to cold wood under her feet, Sophie hoped and prayed that she might somehow remember to put her slippers on before she left the room next time.
((Quick note, ALL the rooms look the same.))
