- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Beth / Bethy
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Cherry Wand 12 1/2" Essence of Wood Rose
- Age
- 8/2009
The local village was silent through the heavy fall of snow. The roofs were neatly coated. Most of the people who lived there, were sat in their homes, reading books and taking in the warmth of the fire. It was like a fairy-tale. Perhaps, then, there was an up side to being stuck at Durmstrang for the winter. It was only a short boat journey over. Although, Larissa did feel a little odd.. Being around the village, she was one of the only students. Well, if she wasn't getting a present from anywhere else, she could certainly buy herself one. Larissa walked, carefully, yet, eagerly, through the thick blanket of snow, her eyes on the building selling sweets. She wondered what delicious variations of sweets, they sold, but she found disappointment grow as she noticed the lack of light.
Larissa walked for some time, making sure, still hopeful.. But, every shop was shut. The only place she could see with lights in the window- and she suspected that was where all the shopkeepers were- was the pub. And so it was, that Larissa walked through the snow in a pair of heavy boots and a large red coat, to the establishment. The cold was getting to her, and she was in no way used to it; her thin, pale skin, offered her no protection, and even with her thick, Durmstrang coat on, she found herself shivering. And then, she'd made it to the pub, she'd pushed open the door, she'd witnessed the sudden boom of noise, of merry people chatting to one another, she'd walked to the bar and she had ordered herself a butterbeer. It was a pity that she had yet to turn seventeen, or she could have had something stronger. As it was, she found the sudden warmth of the butterbeer, raising her spirits and turning her eyes bright blue. Well, this certainly didn't seem so bad.. And, perhaps, she could meet someone to talk to, someone who she could stay in touch with.
Larissa sat at the bar, away from the crowds, sipping at her butterbeer and giving the bartender, the odd smile. She heard the door to the building open, several times, yet, it was none of her concern, and she continued drinking, allowing herself the chance to wallow in self-pity.
Larissa walked for some time, making sure, still hopeful.. But, every shop was shut. The only place she could see with lights in the window- and she suspected that was where all the shopkeepers were- was the pub. And so it was, that Larissa walked through the snow in a pair of heavy boots and a large red coat, to the establishment. The cold was getting to her, and she was in no way used to it; her thin, pale skin, offered her no protection, and even with her thick, Durmstrang coat on, she found herself shivering. And then, she'd made it to the pub, she'd pushed open the door, she'd witnessed the sudden boom of noise, of merry people chatting to one another, she'd walked to the bar and she had ordered herself a butterbeer. It was a pity that she had yet to turn seventeen, or she could have had something stronger. As it was, she found the sudden warmth of the butterbeer, raising her spirits and turning her eyes bright blue. Well, this certainly didn't seem so bad.. And, perhaps, she could meet someone to talk to, someone who she could stay in touch with.
Larissa sat at the bar, away from the crowds, sipping at her butterbeer and giving the bartender, the odd smile. She heard the door to the building open, several times, yet, it was none of her concern, and she continued drinking, allowing herself the chance to wallow in self-pity.