Post by virgin carr connors on May 27, 2009 9:08:32 GMT -5
HOLD YOUR HEAD
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HERE'S TO THE FRIENDS THAT WERE ALIBIS!
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[/color][/center]Being a Mudbloodin Slytherin certainly was hard. Walking down to the green house, Ginny's Muggle pumps sunk into the grass, and she grimaced. She was normally dressed up, because she was informed that she had to at least look presentable if she was going to be surrounded by Slytherins day in and day out. Sighing, she smiled when her feet touched the the floor of the greenhouse. Looking down, she realized that the shoes really hadn't gotten muddy, the heels were just a bit moist. A breeze made its way to Ginny and she shivered, pulling her sweater around her tighter. She really was scantily clad. With just a black skirt and a tank top with a sweater. It made her want to run back inside and throw on some hose or something.
Thankfully, the greenhouse was both vacant and warm. She grinned, walking in. Ahh, this was the place to be. She'd hide from the Slytherins in here, and never be found! Or... well, she hoped. Looking around, Virgin looked for a place to sit. Finally she found a small chair in the corner. Raising an eyebrow, she made her over to it, her shoes making clicking sounds on the floor. Turning, she sat herself in it. Okay... so now what? Apparently her plan wasn't such a good one. She actually wanted a Slytherin to come barging through the doors just so she wouldn't be so bored. She should've brought a book or at least a sketch pad. Or maybe a friend to practice on! But, alas, stupid Virgin didn't bring anything but herself.
She crossed her legs and rested her chin on her hand, which was resting on her leg. Clucking her tongue would have to do, she guessed. She sort of wished she never came to Hogwarts. Having developed her powers late, she had to do a lot of catching up. But also, she left all her friends and her siblings home in Norway. She missed Norway, and had to conceal her accent here, because it sounded just so out of place. She was pretty good at imitating accents though, so she didn't mind. But when she was alone, she'd talk for hours because she missed her Norwegian accent so much. She really needed to get some friends who didn't want to skin her alive.
[/size]Thankfully, the greenhouse was both vacant and warm. She grinned, walking in. Ahh, this was the place to be. She'd hide from the Slytherins in here, and never be found! Or... well, she hoped. Looking around, Virgin looked for a place to sit. Finally she found a small chair in the corner. Raising an eyebrow, she made her over to it, her shoes making clicking sounds on the floor. Turning, she sat herself in it. Okay... so now what? Apparently her plan wasn't such a good one. She actually wanted a Slytherin to come barging through the doors just so she wouldn't be so bored. She should've brought a book or at least a sketch pad. Or maybe a friend to practice on! But, alas, stupid Virgin didn't bring anything but herself.
She crossed her legs and rested her chin on her hand, which was resting on her leg. Clucking her tongue would have to do, she guessed. She sort of wished she never came to Hogwarts. Having developed her powers late, she had to do a lot of catching up. But also, she left all her friends and her siblings home in Norway. She missed Norway, and had to conceal her accent here, because it sounded just so out of place. She was pretty good at imitating accents though, so she didn't mind. But when she was alone, she'd talk for hours because she missed her Norwegian accent so much. She really needed to get some friends who didn't want to skin her alive.
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