- Messages
- 90
- OOC First Name
- Sarah
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 11
Rosalind was strolling along the corridor, minding her own business. Classes hadn't been too hard so far, which she greatly appreciated. She hummed slightly to herself, feeling pretty good, without a care in the world. As she was moving along however she noticed a slip of parchment fall from the boy in front of her's bag, floating down and to the ground. Rosalind picked it up, and without really thinking read part of the contents. It appeared to be a poem. How delightful, she thought. Was he a poet? The idea fascinated her. But she had to stop herself - surely the boy would miss this if he knew it to be lost. "Hey!" she called out, jogging to make up the distance between them.