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StarShine · 02-11-2017, 10:03 AM

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

Taking a seat on the couch with the sunlight basking in on her, Skylar pulled her feet up behind her, a copy of her transfiguration book on her lap, but not opened yet, because it was thinking time.

Katherine, who usually came to library to study, passed the study desks this time to directly go to her favourite place for thinking: Stained Glass Windows corner. She had started to keep a journal since last year upon the healer's suggestion, and also liked to write it at a different place every time. She had even made a list of possible places, and this was one of them. So she stopped for a moment to decide where to s -

.......there was a person there, who not only occupied her favourite seat, but also existed. Her journal was her most private possession, she even put up a really nasty hex on it to deter those who wasn't her from reading it. However... this person was here, very much alive, and could peek at what she was writing. The hex didn't stop THAT. So obviously, this person had to leave.

"Hey!" she greeted the person cheerfully, "I don't think we've ever met! I'm Katherine, you?"

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StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Taking a seat on the couch with the sunlight basking in on her, Skylar pulled her feet up behind her, a copy of her transfiguration book on her lap, but not opened yet, because it was thinking time. Katherine, who usually came to library to study, passed the study desks this time to directly go to her favourite place for thinking: Stained Glass Windows corner. She had started to keep a journal since last year upon the healer's suggestion, and also liked to write it at a different place every time. She had even made a list of possible places, and this was one of them. So she stopped for a moment to decide where to s - .......there was a person there, who not only occupied her favourite seat, but also existed. Her journal was her most private possession, she even put up a really nasty hex on it to deter those who wasn't her from reading it. However... this person was here, very much alive, and could peek at what she was writing. The hex didn't stop THAT. So obviously, this person had to leave. "Hey!" she greeted the person cheerfully, "I don't think we've ever met! I'm Katherine, you?"