- Messages
- 920
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Wand
- White Pine 14 1/4" Core of Veela Hair
- Age
- 3/2000
Living room:
House:
Nataliia arrived at her front door, after making sure that the gate as locked. She silently and swiftly pulled out the wand and unlocked the door. She was wearing her favorite blue tee shirt and her tight, light colored blue jeans. Her hair was neatly waved and touched her back as always. Her stormy eyes gazed about as she put her purse on her pink couch. It seemed like every week she was getting new furniture to match her ever-changing preferences. However, she kind of liked the pink and white sofas. She had her designing all over the living room.
With a soft flick of her wand, everything went back to the way they were. Nataliia smiled to herself, "At least father hasn't come here in a while. The young woman walked over to one of the pictures, and tapped it. It transformed into one of her own copied of the family tree. She checked on Chavdar, and saw that he was at work, and then to her father. He was in Bulgaria, in the Zhefarovich Manor. Shrugging, she wasn't expecting any company. Nataliia walked over to her pink couch, her heels making a clicking noise until she sat down. She folded her legs and summoned her sketch pad and a piece of charcoal. She quietly began to sketch out her next latest design for a shirt.
House:
Nataliia arrived at her front door, after making sure that the gate as locked. She silently and swiftly pulled out the wand and unlocked the door. She was wearing her favorite blue tee shirt and her tight, light colored blue jeans. Her hair was neatly waved and touched her back as always. Her stormy eyes gazed about as she put her purse on her pink couch. It seemed like every week she was getting new furniture to match her ever-changing preferences. However, she kind of liked the pink and white sofas. She had her designing all over the living room.
With a soft flick of her wand, everything went back to the way they were. Nataliia smiled to herself, "At least father hasn't come here in a while. The young woman walked over to one of the pictures, and tapped it. It transformed into one of her own copied of the family tree. She checked on Chavdar, and saw that he was at work, and then to her father. He was in Bulgaria, in the Zhefarovich Manor. Shrugging, she wasn't expecting any company. Nataliia walked over to her pink couch, her heels making a clicking noise until she sat down. She folded her legs and summoned her sketch pad and a piece of charcoal. She quietly began to sketch out her next latest design for a shirt.