Peyton gave a little nod of thanks when the guys agreed on her sitting at the table, putting her guitar case down against it before sitting down herself. She looked at the runes he had laid out for a second before realizing that she hadn't the slightest clue about what any of them meant. "That's...
Peyton hadn't been anywhere near brightstone in over a year, but when one of her friends had asked her to come play a small gig together at a friend's wedding she found it hard to say no. She hadn't kept many friends after school, even less after moving, so she was keen to keep the few new ones...
Peyton had been staring at the bar's doors for a little while. Not so much because she was scared Espen wouldn't show up but more so because she just really wanted him to do show up. Between her dad dying, her being kicked out by her mom and moving across the country it had been a while, a long...
Peyton had been doing quite okay lately. She had gotten used to being on her own and living far away from her childhood home. She hadn't spoken to her mother for a couple of years and even when it still hurt she had become more succesfull in giving it a place. At least sort of. Her career wasn't...
I love looking at these! I've got a couple, although most of them are a bit limited and still being worked on.
Freya Odegard
Leif Odegard
Peyton Wright
Faye Burrows
Evelynn Burrows
Archer Thompson
Chloë Thompson
The entrance hall was swarmed with frogs and even though Peyton wasn't too fond of the occassional feeling of a slimy frog brushing against her leg, the third year had to admit that it was pretty funny to watch them hopping around. "I won't." She smiled at the kid, knowing by his response that...
Peyton had never understood why some professors would assign homework right after the holidays, it almost seemed as if they enjoyed torturing their students like that. She'd almost think that it was a part of the job description, because she could remember the teachers at her Muggle school being...
</FONT></COLOR></SIZE>Peyton had been arguing with herself about whether or not she'd take up the instrument. On one hand she hadn't played in a while and was eager to play again, but on the ther hand she wasn't sure whether this were the right place and the right time. Hearing the door opening...
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