Stars for Thought (open)

Alle lethargically climbs up the large staircase leading to her second favorite location in the entire castle, the first being the library. Why is it that the more you have on your mind, the less energy you seem to have? It is almost as if your brain is eating up all of your energy as it subconsciously contemplates material that it has to contemplate. Not that stairs are exactly fun to climb in the first place. She's never been the most athletically inclined person, maybe she ran for exercise every once in a while.

When she reaches the top she climbs up onto the ledge, using the wall adjacent to her as a back rest. She hugs her knees to her chest, resting her chin on top of them. Looking down a sudden rush of adrenaline courses through her veins. She is by no means afraid of heights, but somehow she is afraid of riding on a broom. It's not so much the height that scares her, but the uncertainty of the matter. Putting your entire life in the hands of a thin wooden stick, being controlled by a concept that she barely trusts. She gazes back up at the sky, a strong wind blowing her hair in front of her face and then away once more. The sound is almost melodic. The serenity of the entire situation almost makes her sigh of relief. Sometimes you can't find peace in the same things as others. You have to find it according to you. This is her idea of peace: moonlit sky with thousands of glistening stars shining away, a cool breeze blowing through the air, no loud commotion or noises, just the quiet sounds of the night.

Maybe she has been overworking herself lately. It's not easy to stay at the top of her class while attempting to creat a new spell all while living in constant fear. She knows she's safe up here though. Safe as always.