Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2014 8:05:35 GMT -8
She never looked in the mirror for too long. The longer she looked, the bigger her nose would get and the smaller her eyes, the more ordinary and dull her hair would fall over her shoulders and the light shining through the window would highlight every imperfection on her skin. To her, there was probably more than anyone else would notice. So she put on make-up - nothing flashy or too skilled - just darkened her brown eyes with eyeliner and mascara and pinkened her lips. Suzanne preferred to just blend in and be ignored. She looked away from her inadequate appearance, got her bag on her bed, put on a dark blue cardigan over her just-above-the-knee length button up floral dress and made her way out of the Ravenclaw common room. She kept her head down.
It wasn't that Suzanne was completely socially inept or didn't like people or shied away too much, she just preferred talking to people who already knew her. Talking to strangers was fun, sometimes, since they had nothing in their memory of her and she could control what they think of her, but friends knew her well, so she felt more comfortable talking and being herself around them. In Suz's mind, strangers judged; when they see her walking towards the library with a bag full of books, she's certain they see a plain, unattractive nerd and not a kind, bright and imaginative young girl.
Some days she'd feel like talking to everyone, regardless of what the think of her, aiming just to make them laugh, but other days, such as this particular day, the company of books was enough to keep her busy and happy. She lifted her chin up. Whatever insecure, stupidly shy mood she seemed to have fallen into that morning, she needed to get the hell over it. What she didn't foresee, however, is that fate, the universe, God, whatever you want to call it, liked to take such challenges into consideration.
Suzanne smiled silently at the librarian as she handed in the books that were due, bag now only carrying one or two textbooks and a parchment, quill and ink for writing, she set off into the shelves for a quiet spot. She found one. Next to a bright window, even if it would, in her mind, not let her soft hair shine in the light or bring out the green in her brown eyes, but highlight her self-sought insecurities, she wanted to sit there, to feel the warmth of the sun and let it shine on her parchment as she worked. She sat down and scooted in next to the window, getting out one book before her eyes roamed to the window and stared out. She forgot about her homework, and smiled softly at the beautiful view.