09-19-2012, 06:04 AM
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Puffskein
Join Date: Aug 2012 Location: Michigan, USA
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Eliza Neladara Dawnsel Fifth Year | Hogsmeade! She was so excited to hear the news that even first years could visit the village from now on. She thought it would only be a privilege she earned in time - she hadn’t even dared to dream that she could go right away! “There is so much to see and do here!” she thought to herself, in awe of the quaint little village. The street was full of students and adults alike, all happy to get a break from their daily routines. It wasn’t quite as busy as Diagon Alley and Eliza decided she liked that. It was nice to have a cozy, relaxing place to visit every now and then. Looking up and down the streets at the shop signs she saw three that stood out to her the most: The Three Broomsticks, Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop, and Maddame Puddifoot’s. “Well of course a lot of students will be at The Three Broomsticks,” she thought. “I’d really like to see what the quill shop has to offer first though. Maybe if I have time, I‘ll pop in to the others to see what they're like later.” Quote:
Originally Posted by ortalismusicoh After having woken up at noon, Ness felt the need to get out and at least do something with herself. She couldn't just laze around in bed all day, no matter how tired she was. Despite the amount of homework she had, she decided to go to Hogsmeade. It was open for the first time this term, and well you couldn't miss out on some fun in the village.
As Renesmee walked past the gate she began twirling a piece of her bright red hair from habit. Her hair had grown loads over the past few weeks and as she twirled it she began thinking about the same idea she had, had in her mind for quite some time. A red heads club. It was just an idea now, but soon Ness planned on actually doing this.
Deep in thougt, she wasn't focused on her footsteps at all and in a matter of seconds she tripped and ended up falling towards the floor.
Why did she always have to be so clumsy on the ground? She began walking towards Scrivenshaft’s, her mind buzzing with the anticipation of viewing all of the shops that interested her. As it was a weekend and she didn’t have to wear her school robes, she had picked out her caramel colored courdoroys, a maroon & mustard striped over-sized sweater, and her grey Converse that her mom had bought her at a Muggle shopping center. Looking down at her shoes now, she supposed there wasn’t much grey left on them anymore, since they had been splattered time and time again with drops of paint that managed to flee from her brush whilst painting at home. “I’m sure Mom would want me to get new ones, but I like them this way.” She had just looked up from her shoes to notice a girl who had tripped over her own feet and was sprawled on the ground.
She hurried over to her and asked, “Are you all right?” She offered the girl her hand to help her to her feet. |
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