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Post by Isabella Darcy North on Oct 1, 2011 23:10:32 GMT -5
Bella headed up from the Huffleouff common, an uncharacteristic bounce in her steps. Hey school bag was stuffed with parchment books and quills. She had some writing to do.The common room was filling with people and large crowds made her uneasy. She would have gone to the lake to write. A nippy wind told her to head to her second spot. The stone bridge hanging on the first floor was her second favorite place to come and think when the lake was absolutely out of the question. It was out of the way and calm. Just how Isabella North liked it.
She pressed her orange hair to her head as she moved in and out of the students who were out and about. No one noticed her but what else was new? Bella didn't bring anything attention grabbing to the table. The ones who did notice her, only used her for what ever their twisted little minds could think of. This only added to her mistrust of her fellow humans. Her foster father had affectionately nicknamed her the ghost girl. Thanks a lot.
Bella pushed all of that out of her head as she pulled herself up on the stone walls and nuzzled against a support beam holding up the bridge. Her school bag slid into her lap. She rooted around for the notebook her short stories were in and pulled out. When she was comfortable, the red head started to write.
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