 Anyone? Fortress of Brilliance ღ Mommy Quad
Chelsea was late, and it wasn't fashionably. Hurrying along as any young witch could in heels, the young brunette slowed as she walked through the entrance hall, currently alone. No bother, though.
Adjusting the feather in her hair, the nineteen-year-old's eyes wandered the hall, taking everything in. The people she may work closely with, the hall itself, even the small details. She was curious. Hands folded in front of her, Chelsea continued on slowly.
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Dream. Try. Do Good.
I love you all,
Class dismissed. |