Post by Bailey Moor on Jul 28, 2008 17:23:15 GMT
Bailey hopped happily through the Hogwarts corridors as she was on her way for a stroll outside since the sun finally showed her presence after a very long period of moody weather, her heels were clicking on the cold stone as she hopped up and down again, this was one of Bailey's unique ways of moving her minuscle body. Friends had accepted Bailey's quirks, but strangers who weren't used to odd people passed even more odd facial expressions back to Bailey.
Today was no exception, older students that popped out of their common rooms to have a little chat with friends from other houses or students that popped out and rushed to the library instead, were giving Bailey the same odd look and sometimes the words "grow up" escaped from their mouth, in that case Bailey answered with a childish "No, I won't!" or something alike.
Suddenly a slightly familiar voice shouted, "Hey Miss Rabbit come over here!" For some reason Bailey thought that the voice was adressing her as she was the only one hopping through the corridors . Bailey turned to the direction the voice came from and looked right into the face of a painting. Bailey's eyes became bigger and bigger as the woman where the painting obviously was about was really nodding her to come. Bailey stepped slowly towards the well-painted lady, when Bailey was only a few distances away from the painting the lady exclaimed:"You better come quickly or I will tell the other paintings and your time on Hogwarts will be one big torture!!" That didn't please Bailey at all so she quickened her pace and almost smashed her body against the painting, she used the stone wall underneath the painting as airbag.
Bailey stood up with fiery blushed cheeks of embarrassment, she turned quickly towards the lady of the painting as she heard the sound of laughter gathering around her. "Good.." was all the painting said before she told a whole story full of which showed off what a vicious twaddler she was. Bailey listened but the words that were told didn't reach her brain, untill the lady asked her the question what color lipstick would suit the lady best.
Bailey was inclined to say a ridiculous color like grass-green or turquoise but she ended up in saying "soft pink.." which wasn't the right thing to say as the color which Bailey actually liked would make the lady on the painting such a muggle, the m-word as she would prefer to call it was spoken as if it was something really dark and ominous. Bailey couldn't stand this kind of talk and reinventend herself and answered on cheeky tone placing an arm in her hip. "I am so sorry for making such a mistake, soft pink is far too trendy for you as you seem to be an old-fashioned painting."
Today was no exception, older students that popped out of their common rooms to have a little chat with friends from other houses or students that popped out and rushed to the library instead, were giving Bailey the same odd look and sometimes the words "grow up" escaped from their mouth, in that case Bailey answered with a childish "No, I won't!" or something alike.
Suddenly a slightly familiar voice shouted, "Hey Miss Rabbit come over here!" For some reason Bailey thought that the voice was adressing her as she was the only one hopping through the corridors . Bailey turned to the direction the voice came from and looked right into the face of a painting. Bailey's eyes became bigger and bigger as the woman where the painting obviously was about was really nodding her to come. Bailey stepped slowly towards the well-painted lady, when Bailey was only a few distances away from the painting the lady exclaimed:"You better come quickly or I will tell the other paintings and your time on Hogwarts will be one big torture!!" That didn't please Bailey at all so she quickened her pace and almost smashed her body against the painting, she used the stone wall underneath the painting as airbag.
Bailey stood up with fiery blushed cheeks of embarrassment, she turned quickly towards the lady of the painting as she heard the sound of laughter gathering around her. "Good.." was all the painting said before she told a whole story full of which showed off what a vicious twaddler she was. Bailey listened but the words that were told didn't reach her brain, untill the lady asked her the question what color lipstick would suit the lady best.
Bailey was inclined to say a ridiculous color like grass-green or turquoise but she ended up in saying "soft pink.." which wasn't the right thing to say as the color which Bailey actually liked would make the lady on the painting such a muggle, the m-word as she would prefer to call it was spoken as if it was something really dark and ominous. Bailey couldn't stand this kind of talk and reinventend herself and answered on cheeky tone placing an arm in her hip. "I am so sorry for making such a mistake, soft pink is far too trendy for you as you seem to be an old-fashioned painting."
