Annie Quin- left her mothers house after being summonded their by her mother to look at the flower agrangements for her mothers party, which is the party of the year...by floopowder...steping lightly out of the fireplace clean and perfect like all ways, her brown hair today slightly curly at the ends near her shoulders, in a knee length skirt, sweater, cloak, necklace on, black highheels (and jeans on friday's with some new Qudditch
t-shirt...)her heels hit the floor and she walked to the lifts with the daily prophet in hand reading every so often, side bag full of papers on shoulder...
"thank god its not friday, yet...what is she thinking?"..."that guy is off is his head, how could she let me be seated next to him...trying to get me to go out with him of course...just wait until I tell Reggie, she will laugh her head off..." she thought as getting on and headed toward her department.