Post by Navi Draelstine/Prof. Bedwyn on Jan 2, 2006 17:38:45 GMT -5
Navi walked into the common room, humming softly to herself. She wondered if she would ever make any friends, meet anyone new, maybe even fall in love. She just wanted to be accepted by everyone, but at the same time she didn't care what people thought.
She walked over to the window and sat near the sill, staring out at the sky. Just staring at all the stars made her peaceful. Taking out her wand, she whispered, "Accio, Firebolt." and her broom came whizzing toward her. She held it in her lap, staring at it. This is my key to the skies. If Greg hadn't taught me to fly, I'd be stuck down on the miserable Earth, where dreams and hopes are swallowed by the neverending hunger of the ground itself. She grabbed a rag and ponytail out of her cloak and pulled back her long silver hair before beginning to polish her cherished broom.
She walked over to the window and sat near the sill, staring out at the sky. Just staring at all the stars made her peaceful. Taking out her wand, she whispered, "Accio, Firebolt." and her broom came whizzing toward her. She held it in her lap, staring at it. This is my key to the skies. If Greg hadn't taught me to fly, I'd be stuck down on the miserable Earth, where dreams and hopes are swallowed by the neverending hunger of the ground itself. She grabbed a rag and ponytail out of her cloak and pulled back her long silver hair before beginning to polish her cherished broom.