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Post by cecily odette centura on Sept 28, 2010 22:03:00 GMT 10
The young woman yawned mildly. Why did she subject herself to these things? In what universe did she allow herself to think that walking around a cobblestone path smelling various different types of animal dung was enjoyable? Of course, she enjoyed sitting by the Grindylow enclosure and watch the creatures try and lure passers by in from behind the magically enhanced glass. However that in itself didn’t exactly mean she should spend her whole day in that horrid place. The sun was hot on her face, even though she was wearing a (rather cute if she didn’t say so herself) straw hat, she could still feel the rays on her nose. Which was unpleasant for a few reasons- One being that no one looked attractive with a sunburnt nose. Especially not when the red would contrast starkly to her pale skin. Good thing she knew a good charm for that.. Letting out a melancholy sigh, the young woman glanced at the paper cup in her hands. She’d been nursing it for the last hour, just in case she had wanted the dregs of the fruity drink she had purchased for herself. Alas, she did not. The young socialite didn’t know what she wanted today. Why was she in such a vulgar mood anyway? The woman raised her eyebrow. If she knew the answer to that, she wouldn’t be on this wild niffler chase. Tossing the cup into a bin as she walked past, Cecily debated her options. She could wind her way through the rest of the park, viewing all the beasts and creatures on display, or she could quiet while she was behind and just go home. Neither sounded all that particularly appealing. Curses her indecisive mood. Curse it to hell. Spotting a wooden sign ahead, Cecily sped her pace a little, stepping out in front of it to let her eyes scan the smooth surface. Just like she had hoped, it was a map of the zoo. Quickly finding her location, she gave a deep sigh. She was so far away from the entrance anyway that she may as well take her time and view all the exhibits. At least that would give her something to be miserable about. She could complain that the animals were too smelly or that the children here were rude. At home she had no excuse for her horrid mood. Besides, she’d heard they had newly acquired the sweetest group of Wood Nymphs that serenaded anyone that walked past. That would be worth seeing. In fact, the slightly sadistic side of Cecily wondered what it would be like to set a few Cornish Pixie’s loose amongst the sweet creatures. Of course, she wouldn’t dare try. Each enclosure was so well protected, it would be impossible to do anyway. Smirking a little, Cecily almost forgot about her foul mood as she set off again, heading towards the empty enclosure to her left. It claimed to be home to a herd of Thestrals. However Cecily had her doubts. Invisible creatures were rather easy to fake, weren’t they?
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