the heights are different [p] Dec 11, 2017 13:53:14 GMT -7
Post by Sparrow Hofsetter on Dec 11, 2017 13:53:14 GMT -7
[for Corinth Caroli ]
Normally, Sparrow was terrified of heights. Especially after the broom flying class in first year. Even thinking about it produced phantom pains in his both of his wrists, right ankle, and left collarbone. Scratching idly at his throat, Sparrow lifted his gaze from the journal in his lap to stare apprehensively down at the ground a few floors down. Hiding in one of the corridor alcoves was rapidly looking like a terrible idea. His fingers brushed against cool stone as he leaned back tentatively, curling his legs up carefully against the glass and flipping the journal open on his lap.
Nibbling on the end of one of his many black muggle pens, Sparrow stared contemplatively at the lined notebook paper. It was a new page, as if he flipped the first ten pages open, he would see his cramped hand-writing covering them from front to back. It was mostly research on his bloodline. In spite of everything, he had found very little.