Post by Imorta Thaw on Aug 13, 2007 14:01:10 GMT -8
Eyelids parted like forbidden lovers; their embrace denied the chance to flower. A slow, melodious song followed their parting; the bird that sung it deep in mourning. The moon shone through a window to reveal their sadness. When the two parted, they revealed two cerulean orbs, shining with a deepness usually denied to eleven year olds. They also shone with a stubbornness and determination rarely seen at that early hour.
The young boy to whom those eyes belonged rose. His blue feet slipped into brown slippers for warmth. He made his silent way to a small mirror that hung by the window. “Oh no!” It was only a whisper. “Not today.” His eyes that now perfectly matched the color of his skin rolled in their sockets. “Stupid gifts.” His voice, so recently filled with despair, was angry.
Gen bit his lower lip. He did not have time to try and get his metomorphmagus ability under control. His eyes darted nervously to his roommate. The boy’s quite snores seamed to fill the room. Gen could only hope that he would have time to at least soften the neon color on his face, the rest he could try to cancel out with make up. The thought of using cosmetics no longer made him blush uncontrollably. Gen had long ago become accustomed to hiding his ability.
The amateur concentrated completely on the color of his skin. In his mind he pictured the color he needed. To his amazement, it obeyed. Sure, his hair was now shot through with white highlights, but it didn’t really matter. His smile seemed to fill the room with happiness. It shone with a happiness that spread to his eyes. It was an odd expression on the face of the usually gloomy boy’s face.
“What, was that?” Gen had forgotten his roommate in the face of his accomplishment. His smile disappeared as quickly as it had come. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It was the first time since he was five that someone had found out about his metomorphmagus. Slowly, the boy turned, trying to buy some time. His hand reached up to brush his hair out of his face.
”A spell wearing off?” He tried weakly. It wasn’t going to work. He knew it, and yet he hoped and prayed that his room mate would buy it. He wet his chapped lips. The boy hadn’t realized that his nerves would do that to his lips. He hadn’t been nervous for a long time.
”Sure it was.” The shorter boy nodded. He rose, put on his pink fluffy slippers and shook his blond hair out of his eyes. ”You’re a metamorphmagus, aren’t you?” His voice was quite and full of aw. Gen hadn’t expected that. ”That is so cool!” His eyes filled with admiration, and he approached the taller wizard to put his arm over his shoulder. ”Come on, you need to enroll in those special courses.” He ignored Gen’s attempts to protest as well as his fearful look.
What do you think? What should I change?
The young boy to whom those eyes belonged rose. His blue feet slipped into brown slippers for warmth. He made his silent way to a small mirror that hung by the window. “Oh no!” It was only a whisper. “Not today.” His eyes that now perfectly matched the color of his skin rolled in their sockets. “Stupid gifts.” His voice, so recently filled with despair, was angry.
Gen bit his lower lip. He did not have time to try and get his metomorphmagus ability under control. His eyes darted nervously to his roommate. The boy’s quite snores seamed to fill the room. Gen could only hope that he would have time to at least soften the neon color on his face, the rest he could try to cancel out with make up. The thought of using cosmetics no longer made him blush uncontrollably. Gen had long ago become accustomed to hiding his ability.
The amateur concentrated completely on the color of his skin. In his mind he pictured the color he needed. To his amazement, it obeyed. Sure, his hair was now shot through with white highlights, but it didn’t really matter. His smile seemed to fill the room with happiness. It shone with a happiness that spread to his eyes. It was an odd expression on the face of the usually gloomy boy’s face.
“What, was that?” Gen had forgotten his roommate in the face of his accomplishment. His smile disappeared as quickly as it had come. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It was the first time since he was five that someone had found out about his metomorphmagus. Slowly, the boy turned, trying to buy some time. His hand reached up to brush his hair out of his face.
”A spell wearing off?” He tried weakly. It wasn’t going to work. He knew it, and yet he hoped and prayed that his room mate would buy it. He wet his chapped lips. The boy hadn’t realized that his nerves would do that to his lips. He hadn’t been nervous for a long time.
”Sure it was.” The shorter boy nodded. He rose, put on his pink fluffy slippers and shook his blond hair out of his eyes. ”You’re a metamorphmagus, aren’t you?” His voice was quite and full of aw. Gen hadn’t expected that. ”That is so cool!” His eyes filled with admiration, and he approached the taller wizard to put his arm over his shoulder. ”Come on, you need to enroll in those special courses.” He ignored Gen’s attempts to protest as well as his fearful look.
What do you think? What should I change?
