Feast
The first years looked as little as ever as they peered at everything in the Great Hall in awe. One student who obviously knew his facts was pointing out all the ghosts. “That’s Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor Ghost,” he said, indicating to the ghost with his head almost severed.
I had appeared at that very moment. “And that’s Moaning Myrtle, but she’s not the ghost of any house,” the boy continued. “Well, maybe the Queen of the Girls’ Toilets, but that’s about it.”
I gave him a look of pure venom before shooting through the wall into my territory.
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |