Post by felix valentin fortescue on Nov 10, 2019 19:34:52 GMT -7
The Flower Festival was a nice break from the routine of things at Hogwarts. After everything that had happened there and after everything that was going on with his life at home, he was admittedly ready to be finished with school. Leaving Hogwarts behind didn’t mean the end of his ability to learn, after all; he had so much more to learn, and he wasn’t about to confine that to one place.
The maze was a welcome challenge. It was a puzzle—one with both physical and mental aspects—and of course it was also something to do. Felix thought that he was doing quite well for himself, as far as he was able to determine of his position in the maze itself. It was calming rather than frightening, and—honestly?—something to do with roses didn’t sound like too bad of a flavor to pitch to Vasilia.
Occasionally, Felix could hear the sound of footsteps from elsewhere in the maze, maybe the rustle of leaves or the sound of somebody realizing that they had gotten turned around. That was it, though, which made it all the more startling to hear some sort of a commotion from elsewhere in the winding hedges. There was some sort of provocation, from what Felix could tell.
Though he couldn’t tell what had been said, he heard someone calling, “Who’s there?!” He recognized the voice, too. It was Professor Lyric.
Felix wasn’t sure how long it would actually take him to reach the professor—or what he might find on his way back to reach wherever she was—so he stayed put and called back to her. He had heard her; hopefully, she could hear him. “Professor,” he questioned in alarm, “are you alright?!”
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The maze was a welcome challenge. It was a puzzle—one with both physical and mental aspects—and of course it was also something to do. Felix thought that he was doing quite well for himself, as far as he was able to determine of his position in the maze itself. It was calming rather than frightening, and—honestly?—something to do with roses didn’t sound like too bad of a flavor to pitch to Vasilia.
Occasionally, Felix could hear the sound of footsteps from elsewhere in the maze, maybe the rustle of leaves or the sound of somebody realizing that they had gotten turned around. That was it, though, which made it all the more startling to hear some sort of a commotion from elsewhere in the winding hedges. There was some sort of provocation, from what Felix could tell.
Though he couldn’t tell what had been said, he heard someone calling, “Who’s there?!” He recognized the voice, too. It was Professor Lyric.
Felix wasn’t sure how long it would actually take him to reach the professor—or what he might find on his way back to reach wherever she was—so he stayed put and called back to her. He had heard her; hopefully, she could hear him. “Professor,” he questioned in alarm, “are you alright?!”
@rivcinq
