 Potter’s Princess A+ FangGirl
As she stepped into the room, the young woman couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, there weren't that many people inside yet so she couldn't be that late. After all, once she received the owl, she only had time to switch to her best clothes and put on a bit of make up here and there so that she would look as perfect as she could, and, seeing as she had never needed that much to achieve her desired look, she actually didn't take a lot of time. Well, that is, if you ignore the time she spent rummaging through her closet looking for those particular shoes that she rarely wore, since they were... well, painful. Still, if it weren't for them, she'd look absurdly short, so she couldn't complain.
Charming and yet polite look on her face, Amber Thatcher approached the man who appeared to be greeting the new arrivals. "Good morning," She greeted. "I'm Amber Thatcher, Research Comittee," She added so as to spare the man from asking the obvious questions and to save time as well, of course. That way, she'd get down to business quicker. That way, she could start plotting against Belden.
__________________ I gotta go back to the muggle world,
they're gonna try and tell me this wasn't, that none of this happened,
but you know what? It was real. It did happen.
We spent time here. We made friends here. That's a part of us.
Cause Hogwarts is bigger than any of us, of any of it's founders,
and it's going to be around long after we're gone.
Maybe we'll see our kids come here one day.
That's the thing about Hogwarts.
No matter how long you're away from it, there's always a way back. |