Post by dori on Aug 31, 2008 0:20:43 GMT -5
She heard it from a friend, who heard from a friend, who heard it from another that if you tickle the pear in the picture, you can gain access to the kitchens. Being a Gryffindor meant such privileges of hearing those kind of secrets through the grapevine more often than others. Although, that was just her perception as a Gryffindor. There was a large possibility that she could be wrong, but if anybody knew Cecilia Arrington, then they'd know that 'wrong' wasn't a word she used in her every day vocabulary unless she was speaking of someone else. Then it was permissible. See, she just so happened to have a rather large ego, and it wasn't so much an appearance thing rather than a complex that lead her to believe that she could do anything that anyone dared her to.
Why, just last week she had blindfolded herself and walked toward the Whomping Willow. Imagine how that would have turned out if she didn't have an excellent sense of direction. She spun around several times, and then made the choice between walking to safety and walking to at least a broken bone or two. 'Course, when she managed to escape that little adventure, she sent her fists of fury toward the Slytherin who said she couldn't do it in the first place. Cissy isn't a bad person, nor is she a horribly mean person, but cross her bad side and she has an unmatchable temper. Well, that's probably not true, but she does have a terrible temper.
So, after she earned herself a little three weeks of Monday and Wednesday detentions for her fight, she felt that sneaking out of her dorm after hours would be a good plan. Granted, it was a horrible plan, but she had missed out on dinner and quite frankly, she was famished. It was actually the first time that she went to the kitchens by herself and at night, so the mere thought of that was exhilarating.
Slipping on her satin slippers, so that her foot steps would be softened by the material, Cecilia slipped out the girl's dormitory without so much as a squeak. The trip was a bit more difficult than she had planned, and more than once she had to duck behind a coat of armor to avoid being seen by one of the ghosts. However, she did make it all in one piece, and when she came across the portrait, she tickled the pair. For the record, tickling a picture was an awkward happening. When the big portrait door opened, she stepped inside and let it close. Immediately one of the house elves approached her.
"Can we get you something to eat, miss?"
Cecilia glanced down with a kind smile, having not intention on being rude with the creature. "Actually, could I get a small plate of turkey, please?"
Why, just last week she had blindfolded herself and walked toward the Whomping Willow. Imagine how that would have turned out if she didn't have an excellent sense of direction. She spun around several times, and then made the choice between walking to safety and walking to at least a broken bone or two. 'Course, when she managed to escape that little adventure, she sent her fists of fury toward the Slytherin who said she couldn't do it in the first place. Cissy isn't a bad person, nor is she a horribly mean person, but cross her bad side and she has an unmatchable temper. Well, that's probably not true, but she does have a terrible temper.
So, after she earned herself a little three weeks of Monday and Wednesday detentions for her fight, she felt that sneaking out of her dorm after hours would be a good plan. Granted, it was a horrible plan, but she had missed out on dinner and quite frankly, she was famished. It was actually the first time that she went to the kitchens by herself and at night, so the mere thought of that was exhilarating.
Slipping on her satin slippers, so that her foot steps would be softened by the material, Cecilia slipped out the girl's dormitory without so much as a squeak. The trip was a bit more difficult than she had planned, and more than once she had to duck behind a coat of armor to avoid being seen by one of the ghosts. However, she did make it all in one piece, and when she came across the portrait, she tickled the pair. For the record, tickling a picture was an awkward happening. When the big portrait door opened, she stepped inside and let it close. Immediately one of the house elves approached her.
"Can we get you something to eat, miss?"
Cecilia glanced down with a kind smile, having not intention on being rude with the creature. "Actually, could I get a small plate of turkey, please?"