An Emerindyl Chill

[Jemimah Crenshaw]

Jemimah was sitting at the very end of the Emerindyl table on her own. She didn’t really have a lot of interest in conversing with all the other Emerindyl’s that sat at the other end of the table closest to the teachers though she knew it was only a matter of time before one of them approached her.

She lifted her spoon to her mouth and swallowed a mouthful of muesli after munching on it for a bit. It lest a dry and powdery taste in her mouth, but this was what she got for trying to be healthy, something her mother instilled in her when she started at Koalingo five years ago.

The fire was crackling against the wall behind her and though it was not a cold morning, Jemimah was pleased for the heat. Her robes were just a little damp as she had not taken them from her doorstep where the house elves had set them the night before.

She had placed security charms around her cabin, which stopped the little blighters from getting in, which is why they resulted in dropping her laundry on her front door step. She would take the security off if she wasn’t more concerned about them being in her cabin when she was not there.

She was a little damp though and a shiver was starting up her spine. She was thankful for the fire as she knew if she was not using it, she would surely have the flu before the day was out. He hands were clammy and cold and her spin hated her.

[Finnias Mark]

“It is a cold cold life, isn’t it?” Finnias said to her as he came to stand by the fire place. He had one hand in his pocket, and the other hand resting on the mantel above the fireplace. He had to admire the craftsmanship that went into a lot of the design of the castle and the fireplaces were definitely no exception.

He looked down at Jemimah with a vague interest. He knew it was not his task as an Ameraid to be anti-social, that seemed to be his brother’s job. Likewise he didn’t want anyone to notice he was actually being social with this Emerindyl in particular, so he paid more attention to the flames then to anything else, “You know I have always had a fascination with fire,” he started as he pulled out his wand and started twirling it in his fingers, making the flames in the fire place leap and dance.

“There has always being something about it, something… I don’t know, like it is supposed to play an important part in my life,” he said as he smiled, still not looking directly at Jemimah. He watched the flames some more listening to the ethereal crackling that was like music to him. As he listened to the crackling, the anguished screams of some unknown ghost cut through like the vocals of a song.

“I guess only time will tell, as it will with all of us, though some sooner then others,” he said. He didn’t think someone walking by would understand his insinuation, but Jemimah definitely would, she was like him in a way, and his meaning would not go missed.