Break it, in, out, upside down.

[Bella Lanning]

In a white summer dress, Bella walked around the streets of Obsidian, bare foot, wandering aimlessly about the the shops, in search for freedom. St. Mungoe's was cold, pale, and depressing, Bella needed to get out and stretch her legs. The cool breeze lightly laced around her body as did her dress, playing with the ends of her hair and the hem of it. Her hai was longer and curly now, because she didn't have her hair straightener, she never lived with dead straight hair until she dyed it. Looks like she needed one of those too, as her hair was become slightly more brown. Gazing at all the flyingwitches and wizards on their brooms, some of them giggling merrily on the street, making Bella smile, some people waved to her, and she waved back at them whole heartedly. She beagn to get more bounce in her step, as the joy of walking around filled her up. She stopped at a small stall, little bewitched pendants, made to move as directed, on you when you wear them caught Bella's eyes, and she walked over to them hurriedly, picking one up and putting it in her hand. It was a purple and silver butterfly, that moved in her hand weightlessly. The small wings were wires of silver woven into intracate little patterns around an aubregine coloured glass body. She gazed down at it and traced her finger over the design, smiling at its wonder.