Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 28, 2006 22:52:06 GMT
Lisa sat at The Three Broomsticks in a table just against one of the walls. Tilting her chair forward, as was a bad habit of hers, she pressed her hands against her warm mug of butterbeer before lifting it and taking a swift drink.
Then, placing it back on the table, she looked around for a brief moment and studied the students - who were spending as much time possible at Hogsmeade since the year was almost over. Smiling slightly to herself, she gathered her book-bag and pulled out a spare bit of parchment and an old ruffled quill. It was about time she wrote home.
Then, placing it back on the table, she looked around for a brief moment and studied the students - who were spending as much time possible at Hogsmeade since the year was almost over. Smiling slightly to herself, she gathered her book-bag and pulled out a spare bit of parchment and an old ruffled quill. It was about time she wrote home.