Post by rose on Jul 18, 2012 16:13:49 GMT -6
cause i'm dying just to make you see
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Rose walked quietly through the courtyard, her hands shoved in the pockets of her shorts. Walking by a gaggle of giggling girls, she rolled her eyes and made a note to not talk with them. She didn't like being around super girly girls. The main reason was because she didn't think that she could be any different now than she was. She'd always been the tomboy, the girl that got along better with guys than girls. To change now would be to alternate her entire personality. She wouldn't have the same friends. She feared they'd only see her as a girl, not a friend. Scuffing her feet, her sandals scraped the ground in an annoying fashion.
Sitting on a bench she put a hand up to her red hair, touching the thin red curls. She'd done her hair this morning in an attempt to look more.... girlish she supposed. She wanted to look pretty, though for what reason she wasn't sure. She had Quidditch practice later, and her hair would just get ruined anyways so it was futile. She sighed and looked up to the sun, scrunching up her nose. The Ravenclaw pulled out her wand and twiddled it between her fingers, twirling it around through the air. She'd been practicing her wandless magic lately, and her non verbal was better than ever. She aimed her wand at a plant pot and did the simplest spell, levitating it in the air. It spun around a few times and danced through the air as she directed. Becoming bored of this, she set it down and summoned her broom, one of the fastest and newest ones on the market. Attached to it with a rope was the cleaning kit. Moving from her bench to the ground, Rose sat in the courtyard and began to clean her broom, her tiny nimble fingers going through each bristle of the tail neatly.
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CREDIT TO OH HAI JENNERS ?! OF CAUTION 2.0
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