 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Brynn had a vague clue about where things were around the pitch having been here once before and it wasn't much of a problem locating the broomshed. Once inside, she noticed a few others her age obviously here for the same reason. She managed a smile for anyone who looked her way and waited until there was a space for her to approach the cluster of school brooms.
She stood in front of the selection, brown eyes scanning her choices. She had no clue about what would make a decent broom or not and they all looked the same anyway. The eleven year old stuck out her hand and grabbed the nearest one. Broomstick in hand, Brynn headed out of the broomshed, heading for flying class.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |