Post by anastasia on Feb 13, 2006 18:47:41 GMT -5
A dark cold February night had approached tonight, the sky's were slowly starting to turn there colors to a deep romantic purple, grey clouds came forward and at last it turned into a mystic black. A night that Anastasia Mayne would enjoy. The night could be fun, or boring depending on the way she made it. The night would be broken out with dark curses, with everybody dying or a night of boredom. It was her pick, but she didn't have any plans of doing that. A piece of parchment was in Anastasia's hand and she had to meet a person tonight, but didn't know whom?
Drakborough was a small town, not too far away from the School of Firefox University. A school that was sorted into the four houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Each one had there meaning lucky she was sorted into the house of Slytherin. Her mine couldn't understand the meaning of any other house at a magical school. She led the leadership all the way with her full blood behaviour.
An old memory came forward bringing about her family. Only little survived in the muggle world and magical world because most of them where sent to the prison of Azakban. She didn't have a problem at all because that represented a symbol of pride, and many more things were unbelievable with her own history repeating.
Cutting through the alleys of Drakborough didn't help much, and she had no clue of where to go, but new that the town center was to be somewhere. Shops were still open, but she hated to ask for help, because asking for help was for the week. She wasn't week and she would fine the place too.
Anastasia took a quick rest and went back to search for the town center. A black hooded clock covered her strawberry blond hair that reached mid-way at her chest. The color of her eyes being an emerald green, which did stand out, giving off a bit of a glow. For clothing she wore the richest style of robes, you can fine. The color was a simple black with a finishing touch of gold trim.
At the last minute she found the place, leaning her porcelain body against a wall. All she had to do was to wait, but she wasn't sure if anybody was going to show up.
Drakborough was a small town, not too far away from the School of Firefox University. A school that was sorted into the four houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Each one had there meaning lucky she was sorted into the house of Slytherin. Her mine couldn't understand the meaning of any other house at a magical school. She led the leadership all the way with her full blood behaviour.
An old memory came forward bringing about her family. Only little survived in the muggle world and magical world because most of them where sent to the prison of Azakban. She didn't have a problem at all because that represented a symbol of pride, and many more things were unbelievable with her own history repeating.
Cutting through the alleys of Drakborough didn't help much, and she had no clue of where to go, but new that the town center was to be somewhere. Shops were still open, but she hated to ask for help, because asking for help was for the week. She wasn't week and she would fine the place too.
Anastasia took a quick rest and went back to search for the town center. A black hooded clock covered her strawberry blond hair that reached mid-way at her chest. The color of her eyes being an emerald green, which did stand out, giving off a bit of a glow. For clothing she wore the richest style of robes, you can fine. The color was a simple black with a finishing touch of gold trim.
At the last minute she found the place, leaning her porcelain body against a wall. All she had to do was to wait, but she wasn't sure if anybody was going to show up.