Post by perrinsage on Nov 8, 2011 19:49:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb= background,http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f281/ajwath01/background.jpg] . everything has changed, Transfiguration class was the place that Perrin was supposed to be learning the last year's worth of lesson with Professor Rodgers. Did that mean that the Sage girl was obeying the rules set to keep her safely learning? It would be more likely that she could be found willingly trying to transform herself into a werewolf than actually acting as if the rules pertained to her. Perrin had it set in her mind that rules were only there because other people decided to set them as guidelines for themselves. They were conscious of their boundaries and had enough initiative to try maintain themselves and keep composed. Had she been any other type of person then she would have commended the headmaster and professors for their consideration, but it was Perrin Sage and there was no such thing as lending someone kindness to her. So that was the whole winded reason why she had raised her hand during the middle of the lesson, making it seem like she something urgent that needed to be addressed. Mallory, Perrin thought nothing of specific titles, shuffled over to her and with words that had been highly exaggerated she was on her way to the "hospital wing." On this occasion the hospital wing had transformed into the corridors, to pose as what Perrin needed at her disposal. Corridor wandering grew dull only after about a hour but she could find more ways to entertain herself out and about versus being cooped up in the classroom. [/style]What was even more occupying for Perrin was that she did not even make herself seem like a ghost, floating silently down the hall and ultimately trying to remain unnoticed. She would always be her typical rambunctious self, rather trying to get noticed than evasively move around and cause havoc in a more silent fashion. Typically Perrin would holler, slam herself into things, clamor with the suits of armor, and even on a few rare times pull Peeves into her antics. The poltergeist had oddly enough taken a sort of fond liking to the girl, barely even shaken by the show that she had put on after he had dropped a potted plant on her head. Actually, he had felt more drawn to her after she had threatened to send a whole pack of rampant horses onto his "nasty, pugent ghostly arse." From the start they had an bond that was formed over their mutual obnoxiousness, he snorted at her quips and she cracked up when he dropped something particularly heavy on a professor. They had it good, really. Perrin could clearly recall one particular memory that had imprinted on her heavily from her first year. The details were rather intricate but it had involved the headmaster, Peeves, a musty roll of carpet, and some antsy pixies. In the end Perrin had received three weeks worth of detention and a reputation that had started solidly from that incident. "Peeves! We have some chaos that needs to be caused!" Perrin cawed out, making sure that voice was tones louder than what would be considered acceptable for being inside of the castle. She wanted to catch his attention, he didn't lend it to anyone who thought that they could be demure and try to reach him. Smashing something against the wall generally proved as an effective way to cause Peeves to float over her way, ready to curiously inspect the din that was being created in the supposedly serene corridors. What kind of rage Perrin had in mind, she did not actually know, but a raging scene is what she wished to cause. To be even more dramatic she began to clomp the heels of her shoes against the stone, making it seem like someone was hurrying down the hall because of some rush. Some sort of devilish grin played on her face, and even at a certain angle it seemed like she had grown canines. No worries had surfaced at the moment, she was being breezy and enjoying the chaos she had brewing in her mind. "C'mon Peeves, you can't keep a girl waiting forever. Well, you could, but that would terribly rude!" Laughs threatened to spill over into her tone as she began to twirl wildly in the center of the corridor. Peeves could have swooped down and barraged her with a variety of projectiles and Perrin wouldn't have even screamed. Some sort of twisted joy burned into her soul and she was damn well seizing. [style= background-color:#F1EDC2; width: 380px; padding: 5px; line-height: 8px; font-family: georgia: font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase]HAY MEL. 746 words. outfit HERE. UHM. YEAH. BAD. |