Natasha Bell
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 1,190
- OOC First Name
- Mika
- Wand
- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4" Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 12/2009
Natasha walked into the forest, black hair shrouding her face and shoulders. Class had just finished, potions was her worst subject. The usually green forest floor was littered with orange leaves. The cool Autumn wind blew around her face, making her hair flutter. She shivered, and wrapped her cloak tighter around her.
A raindrop fell into the girl's hair, and she put a hand to her head. She smiled faintly, and entered the trees. The forest was a safe place, unlike the castle. Wood was safer than brick. Always.
The tall Hufflepuff girl sighed as the rain started to fall more freely, dampening the leaves that crunched underfoot. She looked up; the sky was gray and sunless. Though she couldn't see the sun, it was still bright. Bright enough to see her way through the forest at least.
Natasha's eyes worked better in the dark, the light burned her blue and green eyes. One eye was blue and the other green, always. Her apperance changed little, always pale skin, black hair. Gothic, almost.
As the rain began to pour down, Natasha took cover by a tree, soaked to the skin She stood in the slight shelter the brown-trunked tree gave her, and looked out at the raindrops.
A raindrop fell into the girl's hair, and she put a hand to her head. She smiled faintly, and entered the trees. The forest was a safe place, unlike the castle. Wood was safer than brick. Always.
The tall Hufflepuff girl sighed as the rain started to fall more freely, dampening the leaves that crunched underfoot. She looked up; the sky was gray and sunless. Though she couldn't see the sun, it was still bright. Bright enough to see her way through the forest at least.
Natasha's eyes worked better in the dark, the light burned her blue and green eyes. One eye was blue and the other green, always. Her apperance changed little, always pale skin, black hair. Gothic, almost.
As the rain began to pour down, Natasha took cover by a tree, soaked to the skin She stood in the slight shelter the brown-trunked tree gave her, and looked out at the raindrops.