Sara Moon
Former 'Claw | Auror | Grieving
- Messages
- 3,744
- OOC First Name
- Maia
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Engaged
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- 12 and a half inches willow with unicorn hair
- Age
- 5/2015
Sara walked out to the lake and sat beside it by herself. Today she was wearing an outfit she thought captured her personality, but she often was afraid of her personality, the fact that it might show her up. She hurrried along the grass and came to a tree she had come to like. She sat beneath it and looked out on the lake. She saw a fish jump and closed her eyes. In her mind she was right there with it, jumpin between the gentle ripples of the lake, every colour of the rainbow boucing of the beautiful water in the sunlight. Then she was a bird, flying through the skt, with the sun beating on her wings. She opened her eyes and laughed. She really was soppy.
She missed her laptop and the internet. She had no way of contacting her muggle friends. She could already hear their voices in her head. "Sara, why weren't you on MSN this year-we missed you." and of course she would have to lie and say that there wasn'tany internet here, which in retrospect, was true-technically.
She began to hum one of her favourite songs "Turn it up." by Pixie Lott. She was going to fall very far behind on who and what was in the top of the charts here-she wouldn't hear and muggle music.
She wished to God someone would come and talk to her, take her mind off all of this, lies, deceit and isolation. In her mind she fought back -quit moaning you're a witch! you can use magic! You have a great sister, great friends, you have nothing to complain about, now quit acting the eejit-
Still she wished that someone, funny, sarcasticly so (That way they would get along), but someone who would know how far to take it and still be messing. Someone who had problems they could talk about-serious or not, something to occupy her. Often she would have fun conversations with the boys back home, often the girls came up with the tiniest little thing that was bothering them. Sometimes she partook in the giggling and squeels, but she wasn't in that mood today
She missed her laptop and the internet. She had no way of contacting her muggle friends. She could already hear their voices in her head. "Sara, why weren't you on MSN this year-we missed you." and of course she would have to lie and say that there wasn'tany internet here, which in retrospect, was true-technically.
She began to hum one of her favourite songs "Turn it up." by Pixie Lott. She was going to fall very far behind on who and what was in the top of the charts here-she wouldn't hear and muggle music.
She wished to God someone would come and talk to her, take her mind off all of this, lies, deceit and isolation. In her mind she fought back -quit moaning you're a witch! you can use magic! You have a great sister, great friends, you have nothing to complain about, now quit acting the eejit-
Still she wished that someone, funny, sarcasticly so (That way they would get along), but someone who would know how far to take it and still be messing. Someone who had problems they could talk about-serious or not, something to occupy her. Often she would have fun conversations with the boys back home, often the girls came up with the tiniest little thing that was bothering them. Sometimes she partook in the giggling and squeels, but she wasn't in that mood today