Post by hero alice angelou on Feb 26, 2011 10:43:54 GMT -5
It was rare that a trip to Hogsmeade went by that hero did not make her way to the shrieking shack. In earlier years it was to hook up or to smoke. It was safe place out of teachers eye and since it was even more trashed than it ever was before, few people made there way out to the potentially quarentined building.
This time as she hiked through the hills with the wind blowing at the back her head she was there for more wholesome reasons. She just wanted to check out the place without hanging off of some guys arm or concentrated on her nicotine addiction. As she approached the structure she stopped to stare up at it.
The wood was rotting off and it the whole shack was now leaning sideways at this point. She smiled. Heading toward the door she reached ana rm out. The doors hinges had long since rotted away, so all she had to do was push through the door slightly and it fell through. She stepped through the entrance and into the main hallway and up some stairs. They creeked before her footsteps, and she had to narrowly avoide some that had fallen through.
Nearing the top of the stairs and following the hallways down until she reached a door that hung sideways. Pushing it through she entered the only kept up room in the house. She had found it this way two years before, with no idea how it had become to well kept. However she enjoyed the change from the rest of the house, and found a peace in sitting upon the floor.
