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- OOC First Name
- Liv
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- twelve inch rata with the essence of a toi-toi frond
Up here in the towers, this was the closest that Olive Mayfield had gotten to outside since the start of the school year. And now it was the holidays, but Olive opted to stay at Hogwarts. Her family were in Brightstone at the family home, without her. Olive didn't quite get along with her family like she used to. The Hufflepuff glared at a fantail who decided to land on the big stone wall separating the tower and thin air. It was tweeting noisily, enough to get on her nerves. Olive disliked loud noises.
Olive swept her hair into a bun, tying it with a band she had left on her wrist. There was little wind, only a breeze strong enough to make her light hair dance around her face and annoy her. It seemed like everything annoyed her lately. Olive mused over this fact, biting her lip. Not daring to move too close to the edge, she tested out a few fundamental Taekwon Do moves before settling into a basic pattern. The North Tower made a perfect place to practice; the people who came here didn't mind her quietly fixing techniques up. The tower was big enough for everyone, anyway. She finished Do-San a little red-cheeked, not used to physical activity and certainly less fit than she was used to. Her trackie-clad legs moved the black belt to a bench, where she sat down and looked around, disappointed at her own pathetic efforts at the green-stripe level pattern.
Olive swept her hair into a bun, tying it with a band she had left on her wrist. There was little wind, only a breeze strong enough to make her light hair dance around her face and annoy her. It seemed like everything annoyed her lately. Olive mused over this fact, biting her lip. Not daring to move too close to the edge, she tested out a few fundamental Taekwon Do moves before settling into a basic pattern. The North Tower made a perfect place to practice; the people who came here didn't mind her quietly fixing techniques up. The tower was big enough for everyone, anyway. She finished Do-San a little red-cheeked, not used to physical activity and certainly less fit than she was used to. Her trackie-clad legs moved the black belt to a bench, where she sat down and looked around, disappointed at her own pathetic efforts at the green-stripe level pattern.