RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD ( OPEN )

[romilda caroline vane]

romilda woke up to the feeling of silk around her, feathers beneath her head, and a stuffy nose. she opened her glazed-over eyes and blinked a few times before being able to see the picture of harry potter, drawn by herself, pasted to the underside of the bed above her own. she smiled at mr. potter before stretching in her blanket. romy quickly threw off her comforter and got up out of her bunk. she went to her trunk and picked out a pair of boots, jeans, a red tank top, and a grey coat to go over it. she also grabbed a towel and headed down to the lavatory. after undressing and showering, romy slipped into her new clothes and boots. she returned to the gryffndor tower fairly quickly, putting her pajamas away into her trunk. she leaned back into her bunk and picked up her small backpack, wand, and scrunchies, then headed out.

taking the moving staircases was quite easy, really, once you got the hang of them. romilda took the stairs to the entrance hall and finally slipped into the great hall. the cold morning was a brilliant one. though the air in the castle was chilly, most of the students were smiling with warmth. romy's dark curls bounced on her shoulders as she walked to the gryffindor table, taking a seat near the end. she tugged down on her shirt before slipping off her backpack and stowing it between her legs. romilda grabbed a couple pieces of ham and potatoes, and paired it with pumpkin juice. after scarfing down her food and drink, she stood and quickly left the great hall.

she moved swiftly through the entrance hall and exited the castle. romilda vane put her hands on the straps of her backpack as she walked, beginning to trudge through the snow that had gathered on the walk. she bit her lower lip as she debated where to turn into the grass, taking a sharp right quickly. romy grinned at the large oak tree before her, and settled into the cold snow. she shivered at first, but quickly adjusted to the numb feeling surrounding her skin. she ran a hand over the snow catching her hair, feeling dampness begin to seep into her scalp. she bit her lower lip as she slipped off her backpack, extracting her quill, ink, and sketchbook from her pack. she smiled and threw her backpack beside her, carefully positioning her ink bottle in the snow so it stood. romilda dipped the quill into the ink and brought it to the parchment in her lap, beginning to sketch a patch of flowers that perked up from the cold snow. romy heard the crunching of snow a little bit away, but didn't look up to see who was approaching.

[Claude Laroche]

Claude had woken up surrounded by the blue of the Ravenclaw curtains and room. After her morning routine of stretching, she dressed, grabbed her loaded messenger bag, and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was a few days after Christmas, and true to the song, it had been a white Christmas indeed. And, as she thought about it, she hadn't been involved in a snow fight this year. Grinning, she finished her breakfast and slipped into her winter coat she had felt like bringing down with her.

Saying her goodbyes and invitations to everyone around her to join in the fun, the french girl left the castle and began walking around Hogwart's grounds, looking for the perfect spot for a snow war. Her cheeks and nose were red by the time she found the right spot. She cleared a patch of snow and set her bag down on the space. She didn't want to ruin the texts inside simply because she like to have fun. Once that task was done, she dropped to her knees and made a snowball to test the packing ability of the snow. It was perfect! Claude grinned as she stood again and took aim at the oak tree nearby. Letting her arm whined back, she twisted her body and then let her muscles untwist themselves as her arm shot forward and the white ball flew to the tree only to shatter against the bark.

The girl laughed with joy as she watched the falling flecks of the once perfect snowball and she continued to chuckle as she began to gather up more snow to make more snowballs for her arsenal. Then maybe she would build a fort or snowman until someone else showed up.