- Messages
- 118
- OOC First Name
- Milan
- Wand
- Curly 15 1/2 Inch Sturdy Laurel Wand with Veela Hair Core
- Age
- 11
Ann woke up quite early, which she usually did. The entire girls dormitory was still asleep. The night before she and Sarah had decided to have breakfast together. Instead of waking Sarah up so early, she wrote a note which she put on top of Sarah’s trunk. “Good morning sleepyhead, I’ve already gone down to the great hall for breakfast. Meet me at our house table whenever you’ve woken up. I will wait there. -Ann,” the letter read.
Ann dressed into a house sweater and a plain black pants before heading down. When she reached the great hall it was almost completely empty, except for the house elves who were readying the tables for the hundred of students who would hungrily feast upon all the delicious food the kitchen elves had made. She sat herself down somewhere in the middle of her house table.
She poured herself a fresh pumpkin juice with a splash of orange juice in it. Just as she put down the jar an owl came flying in through the highest open window close to the ceiling of the great hall. In it’s paws it held the Daily Prophet. The bird landed right next to her on the wooden bench and dropped the newspaper. Ann gave it a few knuts, which the bird somehow counted and put in his beak, before flying off. She unrolled the newspaper, took a sip from her drink, and started to scan the front page.
Ann dressed into a house sweater and a plain black pants before heading down. When she reached the great hall it was almost completely empty, except for the house elves who were readying the tables for the hundred of students who would hungrily feast upon all the delicious food the kitchen elves had made. She sat herself down somewhere in the middle of her house table.
She poured herself a fresh pumpkin juice with a splash of orange juice in it. Just as she put down the jar an owl came flying in through the highest open window close to the ceiling of the great hall. In it’s paws it held the Daily Prophet. The bird landed right next to her on the wooden bench and dropped the newspaper. Ann gave it a few knuts, which the bird somehow counted and put in his beak, before flying off. She unrolled the newspaper, took a sip from her drink, and started to scan the front page.