Originally Posted by Zieko

Still making as much noise as possible to wake her friends up, Allison caught sight of a small figure in the short distance. Before she could recognize the presence and possibly say hello, her mother's small butterfly flew towards the figure.

From where she was making her racket Allison could only see a girl standing among flowers with now a beautiful white glowing butterfly roaming around her head. The image was something that would register in her mind forever. Sometimes Allison thought the place more than just magical, she saw Hogwarts as tragically haunted. She herself sometimes didn't understand what things she picked up, but one thing was true. Hogwarts had a long history.

Nudging Sabel with her foot Allison kept staring at the figure. And finally saying a final "WAKE UP!" Allison rolled her eyes and walked over to the girl.

"Allison Scott. And that roaming around your head is mine," upon looking at the girl Allison was in between two options, running away terrified at the fake fangs and dark apparel of the girl, or laughing her head off that she had been so scared at first at something so ridiculously fake and make-believe. She hadn't met a single vampire who wouldn't dress like that for fun. What she did notice however with her big chocolate brown eyes, was that the girl although just a few inches taller than Allison's '4"8, was much older than Allison. She wasn't Sabel older, she was I'm a teenager and much older than you older. Tilting her head, Allison's brown silky loose curls tilted; Chaucer's hand magic on her hair was still working its magic and shined beautiful over the star lite sky.