Post by Rowan Hawthorn on Aug 12, 2007 17:20:38 GMT -5
She snuck off to the dungeons, leaving a few small clues as to where she might be for those that would come looking for her. And of course, most just led them to odd places around the campus and definitely weren’t meant to lead anyone to her. She’d checked out the dungeons a few times over the last month or so and things had been pretty dead. It was a great place to open up her recent mail from the family. There was too much at stake in her relationship and status at the school for her to blow it.
Her hair was her biggest trademark and the hardest thing for her to hide. So it was braided behind her, a subtle black beanie covering the top of her head. The extra large sunglasses weren’t much help in the dark dungeon, but they did mask her face somewhat. And somehow Rowan was able to move almost soundlessly in her black leather spying outfit. It might not have been the most practical way to go, but right now it kept Rowan off the radar, for the most part.
After all, it was the corporate world, not Candyland. She pulled the envelope out of her bag, finding a nice, cool spot along the dungeon wall. Rowan tried to read the writing, but she could barely make out the words on the parchment. Damn. If only someone would put some lights up down here. Geez, you’d think you were underground or something like that.
Blah, blah, blah. There was something in there about her mother and feeling depressed that Rowan never visited and thus, her papa had to eat more helpings of dinner than he could handle. Business was good. They were expanding, which was good. But that meant more and more people that Papa didn’t exactly trust. Shipments were still going to be coming and going from Flourish & Blotts and if she could lay low, that would definitely be appreciated. Rowan didn’t even finish the letter, she just shoved it back in her bag. It was the same old thing, keeping her under their thumb.
She fished around the envelope, hoping for something else, some gift or what not. But it was empty. There was nothing there, her fingers reached to the corners touching nothing but the linen paper. She shoved it back in the bag as well, glancing down at her hand and admiring what jewelry she did have. Rowan continued to pull out a few letters from home, slowly trampling through the dungeons in her dark, secretive getup.
Her hair was her biggest trademark and the hardest thing for her to hide. So it was braided behind her, a subtle black beanie covering the top of her head. The extra large sunglasses weren’t much help in the dark dungeon, but they did mask her face somewhat. And somehow Rowan was able to move almost soundlessly in her black leather spying outfit. It might not have been the most practical way to go, but right now it kept Rowan off the radar, for the most part.
After all, it was the corporate world, not Candyland. She pulled the envelope out of her bag, finding a nice, cool spot along the dungeon wall. Rowan tried to read the writing, but she could barely make out the words on the parchment. Damn. If only someone would put some lights up down here. Geez, you’d think you were underground or something like that.
Blah, blah, blah. There was something in there about her mother and feeling depressed that Rowan never visited and thus, her papa had to eat more helpings of dinner than he could handle. Business was good. They were expanding, which was good. But that meant more and more people that Papa didn’t exactly trust. Shipments were still going to be coming and going from Flourish & Blotts and if she could lay low, that would definitely be appreciated. Rowan didn’t even finish the letter, she just shoved it back in her bag. It was the same old thing, keeping her under their thumb.
She fished around the envelope, hoping for something else, some gift or what not. But it was empty. There was nothing there, her fingers reached to the corners touching nothing but the linen paper. She shoved it back in the bag as well, glancing down at her hand and admiring what jewelry she did have. Rowan continued to pull out a few letters from home, slowly trampling through the dungeons in her dark, secretive getup.