 For Savannah/Spencer Fluttery Pegasi
The courtyard. Still lovely. Still very great for inspiration. Still one of Hadley's two favorite places to come and write, draw and scheme in her journal. Just as long as she didn't run into another Davie Truebridge while here, everything would be peachy-keen, peaches.
Her other favorite spot for inspiration was the Art Nook in the Ravenclaw tower. But Hadley couldn't tolerate being inside right now, and it was a gorgeous day so why stay in? That was just silly. It wasn't like Haddie had issues with being inside too long or anything. She quickly made her way to the fountain, robes blowing gently behind her in the breeze, and sat down. Today, however, the journal she pulled from her bag was not the beat up blue journal, with scuffed up silver lettering that said Hadley Denaker's Book of Ideas and in smaller letters underneath, Not For You. Nope. That book was out of room for her to write in. Today when she reached in to her bag, she pulled out a new pristine purple and white journal with a silver H on it. Her brand new journal that Penelope Wright, Head Girl got her for her birthday.
This was a big moment. The christening of a new journal of ideas. Monumentous! She cracked the book open, listening to the creaking of the pristine spine, smelled the fresh pages, and set it gingerly on her lap. Quill dipped in her well of purple ink, she was ready and let the ideas flow out of her, through the quill and onto the page.
...
Huh.
She got nuttin'!
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