bonnieginnyfan1 | 09-08-2010 06:52 AM | Quote:
Originally Posted by frankluva101
(Post 9759655)
Courtney made her way toward the whomping willow. Ah. The meanest tree in the entire world. Hmm. Best not to get to close. She sat well away from it on a patch of grass with a mirror, her make-up and some nail polish and glitter. Teehee. She had to be sparkly. Absolutely had to. It was a naccessity. She looked around for people she'd met. Only Enya and she was talking to some boy. Wait. What?!?! Some boy?!?! Well at she was doing what Bradin had told her to do. Dang she missed him. She took out a photo of her and Bradin and put it on the grass in front of her. He was missed dearly by a lot of people. The last photo they ever had together. Ha. Playing in the rain was not a good idea that day. She winded up with flu but it was worth it. That was one of the last happy times she spent with him. She took out two bottles of nail polish and stood them on the grass in front of her. One was pink and the other was purpley-pink. Now which one to use. Hmm. Both. She could then put a pattern on her nails to complete the look. O yes. The look of her nails anyway. Next up was going to be her hair, then he make-up. Then she'd be done. | Woah, here was the dangerous tree in all of Hogwarts, maybe even the world. Ginny had a lot of spare time lately since she had no homework that much. There wasn't that many classes happening. She didn't want to get to close to the tree otherwise, ouch, she would get hurt, badly. She saw a new girl, who looked like a first year, that Ginny had never seen. She decided to go to her as she was looking at the ground. She wasn't the best at starting conversations, but O wells, she would try. Once she was closer to the girl she didn't know she thought she'd introduce herself. "Hey there", she told the girl smiling. "You look you around Hogwarts", she added. Then she looked down at her. She had make-up, though Ginny wasn't exactly a huge fan of make-up. She always liked her natural looks. She had seen a picture, as a boy looked familiar to her. Was that Bradin? It couldn't be, could it? "If you don't mind me asking. Is that boy in that picture you've got, Bradin?", she asked very curiously. |