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aRogueOne · 05-09-2021, 12:17 PM

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Originally Posted by wednesday

Ollie had learned about the boat house by accident. She had overheard a third year talking about it in the library. Apparently no one really goes there. Thats whats she needed, a private place to herself. She wanted to work on casting the spells she was learning to better herself. Not that she was bad at them, but because there is always room for improvement. She had brought a few of her text books and her wand and a map she checked out of the library. She made her way over to the boat house praying that no one would be there to see her, and opened the door peaking in

Stifling a yawn, Ingrid slipped her sketchpad off of her knees and placed it beside her on the cold, hard ground and stretched her legs out in front of her tentatively. Today she was in her muggle jeans and if she was being honest, she regretted it fully now. Full of dirt and dust, she looked like she’d been in the boat house for centuries but she supposed the house elves would be able to get it out. Mental note, next time, wear her dungarees.

Ingrid was about to get up and stretch properly when she heard footsteps echoing across the courtyard as someone made their way over to the boathouse with was strange because one, it was still waaaaay to early for someone to be up and two, who else would want to come to the boathouse at this time? “Hello?” she called out, as the door squeaked open slightly and a pair of eyes peered into the room, her hand quietly going to her wand which had been next to her on the floor.

05-09-2021, 12:17 PM	#4 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,570 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by wednesday Ollie had learned about the boat house by accident. She had overheard a third year talking about it in the library. Apparently no one really goes there. Thats whats she needed, a private place to herself. She wanted to work on casting the spells she was learning to better herself. Not that she was bad at them, but because there is always room for improvement. She had brought a few of her text books and her wand and a map she checked out of the library. She made her way over to the boat house praying that no one would be there to see her, and opened the door peaking in Stifling a yawn, Ingrid slipped her sketchpad off of her knees and placed it beside her on the cold, hard ground and stretched her legs out in front of her tentatively. Today she was in her muggle jeans and if she was being honest, she regretted it fully now. Full of dirt and dust, she looked like she’d been in the boat house for centuries but she supposed the house elves would be able to get it out. Mental note, next time, wear her dungarees. Ingrid was about to get up and stretch properly when she heard footsteps echoing across the courtyard as someone made their way over to the boathouse with was strange because one, it was still waaaaay to early for someone to be up and two, who else would want to come to the boathouse at this time? “Hello?” she called out, as the door squeaked open slightly and a pair of eyes peered into the room, her hand quietly going to her wand which had been next to her on the floor.