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Post by Christabel Roussel on May 15, 2011 13:03:38 GMT -5
The greatest thing about being a bookworm is the fact that you aren't really limited to reading in the most obvious places, like the library for instance, unless of course you have this head splitting exam the following day or you simply cannot take the whole library out with you. To each his/her own one may suppose. For Christabel Roussel, reading was anywhere as logn as she had the right book. For instance, the sun was out, it wasn't too hot and she was just getting started on a novel by Shakespeare she recently had on her list of books to read before the year ends. As per location, her eyes had been transfixed on the Black Lake for no other reason that the want to go and hang out there while she still had the free time.
She began to dress up in a plaid blue shirt with a matching brown skirt she happened to find at the near bottom part of her trunk with white sneakers at the bottom. Satisfied with her look, she picked up her book and headed out the common room, down the spiral stairs then out the castle. The walk to the lake was perfect exercise as she had never too much time in the past for such. Upon arrival, she felt pleased there wasn't anyone in sight. Christa wasn't much of a fan of being alone but on a day like this, she felt she could make an exception.
After finding what she considered as the perfect spot, she sat down with her legs crossed and leaned her back upon the rock nearby. For a minute or two, she just sat and took in the atmosphere, which was a pleasant change from being cooped up in the castle for so long. Without much further ado then, she opened the first page of the book and in no less than the first few paragraphs, she was inside the world of Shakespeare.
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