skymuffins | Entries tagged with character: sarah sabastian

Saturday mornings were her favourite time to be in the library. Even the more studious of her classmates (but not hers, never hers) tended to have a bit of a lie-in on the first day of the weekend, after an evening spent hanging out and talking and unwinding from the week.

All of that was why she enjoyed the haunting quiet of the library when it was only her, the ghosts of students past, and Master Dominic, who was puttering about with paperwork and never gave her more than the barest of glances when she came in.

Here, there was silence, but it was a comfortable one instead of the achy, hurtful one she usually walked around in.

Even with a few ghosts lingering at other tables, though none were with her as she wandered the stacks of books, trailing her fingers down their spines, seemed more peaceful than they usually did. Sorrow knelt down in the romance section and tried to decide which ones she wanted to read next.

They were all bad, of course, but she liked that about them. They were fluffy.

Soft.

Not much in her life was.

notjustwhispers

There was something rotten in this school.

It had nothing to do with the fact that the Aaron guy (whatever he was called) in his class muttered about doom all the time, or the way that the teachers paid very little attention to them--half of them didn't even acknowledged raised hands in a classroom which went against everything he'd picked up from all his previous teachers. It wasn't even the fact that the only people who treated his grade normally were, well, his grade.

Though that played a part in it. He didn't give a damn about most of his seniors.

But, see, the thing was--he'd been as this school since Thursday. It was Tuesday. He'd heard nasty rumours of that girl, what was her name again?, who was being ignored by her brother. He'd heard about the boy who couldn't find his sister and she was supposed to be here.

Seth liked to think he was a reasonable, logical sort of guy. His parents agreed. He was steady. He was deliberate.

Which would be why, not even a week after he'd started school, he'd skipped his afternoon classes and positioned himself down the hallway Sarah would have to walk, in order to get to her next class.

He folded his arms over his chest and waited.

See, unlike the girl who'd been crying over her brother, Seth wasn't the sort to cry, or complain that his sister was avoiding him, though she was.

No, he thought, I'm the sort that does something about it.

That suited him just fine.

silentsorrow

It was not strictly the gardens that she had secreted herself away in. There were nooks and crannies all over the school grounds, filled with benches and trees and flowering bushes and vines. It was one of these, tucked around the very edge of the gardens proper and thus usually overlooked, that Sarah had claimed as her own years ago.

The nook was cold from the presence of spirits for all that none were visible at the moment. A statue of some ancient mage, in flowing robes, stood over her with his hands upraised. His pedestal made an excellent support for her back as she leaned against it and the grass was still soft and green—autumn had not yet touched it. Sarah toyed with the grass, unbothered by the chill of ghosts, and raised her face to the sun. Her lunch had been eaten and she had the afternoon free to do as she wished.

What she wished was to be exactly where she was, alone and forgotten by all but the dead.

silentsorrow

Supper at Thrones Academy was always quieter at the end of the year.

At the very beginning of the year, it was different. Older students found their tables—some claimed in years past, others rearranging themselves to suit how friendships had changed over the course of the two month long holiday all returning students had endured—while the newest class, the ninth graders, congregated at the tables set up for them. In the weeks that followed they would realize that they were allowed to move to other tables. And they would realize that no one wished them to do so.

For now, they were thoroughly engrossed in talking to those of their year and the rest of the grades were varying degrees of relieved about it. The new kids did not notice the way that the Headmistress, Lenore Aubrey, did not at them even once for all that their tables were closest to her.

The older students knew why.

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Thrones Academy

[Sept. 17] The Library, Morning

[Sept. 6/11] Third Floor Hallway, Afternoon

[Sept. 7/11] The Gardens, Afternoon

[Sept. 1/11] The Dining Hall, Early Evening

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