Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 1:08:49 GMT -5
The best way to get over a fear was to face it, and Doreen was determined to get over her skittishness about leaving the common room after hours by doing exactly that. While she had been attacked by a werewolf, she had managed to get out alive and completely unharmed, which had to say something about her luck and skill. Besides, it wasn’t even a full moon tonight, and she had checked three times. Nothing could attack her but other people, and those were far less likely to bite.
Still, the castle was spooky at night, especially when she was alone. She wanted some company but knew that if she told anyone that she was planning to sneak out they would remind her of the werewolf attacks. If she told them that she had only been a little shaken, they would tell her that so many others hadn’t been so lucky. Sophie would certainly have said something about that, and even Darrin might have been worried. Doreen didn’t like people to worry for her, so she had gone out with only her wand and a little key charm her father had given her when she was younger.
The Fat Lady had sighed wearily as she left and muttered something about “recklessness”, but Doreen ignored her. After all, being a Gryffindor was half about recklessness, at least in her experience. What was boldness without a little disregard for personal safety? That thought didn’t stop her from jumping at the slightest shadow or hiding in a classroom when she thought she saw Mrs. Norris – in her defense, that cat was more evil than any werewolf. Doreen prowled over the seventh floor and peeked into the towers she could enter. She walked over the sixth floor and explored some of her haunts on the fifth. When she reached the fourth, she ducked down a narrow stair hidden in the wall and emerged from behind a tapestry. Her fear was starting to fade, and she found herself grinning as she peeked around a corner.
The night was still young, and the castle was hers to explore.
Still, the castle was spooky at night, especially when she was alone. She wanted some company but knew that if she told anyone that she was planning to sneak out they would remind her of the werewolf attacks. If she told them that she had only been a little shaken, they would tell her that so many others hadn’t been so lucky. Sophie would certainly have said something about that, and even Darrin might have been worried. Doreen didn’t like people to worry for her, so she had gone out with only her wand and a little key charm her father had given her when she was younger.
The Fat Lady had sighed wearily as she left and muttered something about “recklessness”, but Doreen ignored her. After all, being a Gryffindor was half about recklessness, at least in her experience. What was boldness without a little disregard for personal safety? That thought didn’t stop her from jumping at the slightest shadow or hiding in a classroom when she thought she saw Mrs. Norris – in her defense, that cat was more evil than any werewolf. Doreen prowled over the seventh floor and peeked into the towers she could enter. She walked over the sixth floor and explored some of her haunts on the fifth. When she reached the fourth, she ducked down a narrow stair hidden in the wall and emerged from behind a tapestry. Her fear was starting to fade, and she found herself grinning as she peeked around a corner.
The night was still young, and the castle was hers to explore.