Post by Sherri LaCroix on May 19, 2009 22:17:33 GMT -5
Reserved for: Katherine Jeanine Watson
all the war horses wore rubber bands
to hide their hooves from the sinking
sand. the commander in charge was
hoping that their destiny was not to die.
Mid-day. The sun was past it's midpoint and was unforgiveably going fast. The young Ravenclaw was sure that these days were going faster and time was against her for spending so much time indoors. She hadn't gotten enough fresh air for some time now, and most of it was covered with potion smokes and firey chimneys. However, once the girl entered the Alley, it was different. The breeze was cool, but the sun gave off the warm heat. It was a lovely Spring morning.
Sherri glanced up at the gate that read: Trio's Alley, before she walked in. It was metal barred with several fake leaves and curves around it. Many students gathered around here, scurrying to get their last minute supplies, especially the Ravenclaws. They could never get too many notebooks or quills to last them a life time. No wonder their common room was so clustered. Sherri continued on, looking at the different shops that the Alley had to offer.
One, read Flourish and Blotts and another was The Leaky Cauldron. Sherri could help but to laugh at a few names on the way. Some of them were outrageous, whereas some made sense. Especially one she was specifically looking for. The Magical Menagerie. Reading the sign out front, she stepped into door, with the bell ringing behind her. It was filled with different pets differing from cats to owls to toads to rats.
Sherri always wanted a pet, but Gaston, her little brother, was always allergic to whatever it had. Mostly it's fur or saliva, as gross as that sounds. But, they never said she couldn't have one here. She could keep it here for the next seven years and probably move out by the time it was time to go back to America. That way, Gaston wouldn't never have contact with such animals. It sounded like a plan.hard to foresee the future
our bodies are growing thin. glimpsing
the peeling paint of the nurses ivory
chin. you've got a lot of nerve coming
here, your eyes are beating rhythms way.