 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
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Originally Posted by Rosiana Price  Elle strolled, book in hand. The strong winds whipped her red hair to her face, causing disturbances to her sight. Getting a small scrunchie, she tied her hair up in a high ponytail neatly.
"Where can I read my book with enough sun?"
And there, she spotted the perfect place at the middle of the corridor. With no one there, she sat on the ledge of the window, opened her book and began reading one of Gilderoy Lockhart's books.
Not wanting to be disturbed, Elle was totally engrossed in her book. Whistling a tune he shouldn't even think of except for the times to make fun of West Ham United, Evan was walking to the courtyard with a football in his hand as he imagined he saw something that he hoped he hadn't seen in the hands of a fellow Slytherin. He halted at his spot, thought for a while, and then took a few steps back to the girl. Bending down, he stuck his neck out towards the book in her lap as he read the writer out loud: "Gilderoy Lockhart." A disgusted look appeared on his face. "Please don't tell me you are a fan girl too."
Not that the man was dead for... seventy? years. No. He knew you could fall in love with the legends--if you could call him a legend, of course--he was in fact a fan of big footballer Pelé. Nope, what disgusted him was that a Slytherin had such tastes to like him.
Because clearly he had been nothing more than a charlatan. |