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Post by alessatassarosso on Feb 29, 2008 22:12:45 GMT
Alessa sat on a bench in Hogsmeade. It was snowing, and she was wearing her favourite and unique long white coat that looked like a cape. She seemed to blend in with the white background. She sat and observed all sorts of witches and wizards for a while before deciding she would have a look around for herself. It was busy in Hogsmeade today, Probably because it was a Saturday and all students from Hogwarts were there. She sighed to herself as she took a look at the cobbled floor, which was entirely covered in snow except where people had been walking. She stood up and headed down the path.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Mar 19, 2008 14:31:24 GMT
Grace had gotten a chance to get away for the weekend and had come to Hogsmeade as she did every chance she got. Hogsmeade was beautiful when it was covered in snow, and the white-washed door of her little restaurant set at the end of the main lane. The door was pulled open inward and out strode a five foot four tall woman with loose long blond hair and pale skin. She was wear her customary team colours: black and orange. Her long coat was black as night with orange strips down the sleeves. She didn't look quite like the Hufflepuff head girl she had been two years before and she felt different too.
Grace needed to get away from the ever-worrying Sianna, bless! and had decided to take a stroll through the bustling town. Walking slowly through the crowds, the blond watched the people, her blue eyes missing nothing. Human interaction had always fascinated her and this town was no different then any other in that regard. Laughing through her nose, Grace thought that it surely was different in many other ways.
Ahead of her, coming towards her, was a tall girl with dark hair in a white jacket that, had the crowds disappeared, might make her disappear into the snow. Grace smiled at her. For a moment she thought that perhaps they were there for the same reason, to watch. The Keeper then realised how silly that sounded and continued walking.
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Post by Professor Ashton Laurent on Mar 19, 2008 14:35:24 GMT
Ash walked down the snow covered street, cloak flutteringin the wind. People were still talking about the whole Ashton/Maxi/Carolanne/Cristian love square. It was beyond old! Ash sighed as he looked up at the sky, it was a cloudy gray, snowflakes drifting softly to the ground. Not watching where he was going, he walked right into someone...
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