Steph Shirley
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Steph walked out of Hogwarts, she looked up at the sky, it was blue, not a cloud up there, but cold. She almost regretted wearing a skirt. But not wanting to go back into the castle, she walked out of the gates.
When she arrived in Brightstone she looked around the busy streets, grinning slightly, she headed into a shop, taking as much, and anything she could find and stuffing it into her bag. She had no problem hiding the stolen things, her bag looked as it had when she entered the shops. It had a charm on it, so it was bigger inside than it appeared. Her brother had done it for her way back.
Steph did the same for other shops, not caring what she took. She didnt even want any of it.
When Steph was satified that she had enough stolen things in her bag to brag about. She walked over to a bench, and sat down. Opening her bag and taking out a large bottle of butterbeer. She sipped at it, scowling at passers by. Steph didnt care what people thought of her. She didnt care that most things she did these days were wrong. Skipping class, pulling pranks on anyone who was stupid enough to fall for it. Staying out in the grounds all night, and shop lifting. She did all of these things to rebel against her parents, she hated them. Hated everything about them. After all they were the reason her brother died. They are the reason Steph doesnt have a home. The reason Stephs life is messed up.
She sighed, and drank some more butterbeer.
When she arrived in Brightstone she looked around the busy streets, grinning slightly, she headed into a shop, taking as much, and anything she could find and stuffing it into her bag. She had no problem hiding the stolen things, her bag looked as it had when she entered the shops. It had a charm on it, so it was bigger inside than it appeared. Her brother had done it for her way back.
Steph did the same for other shops, not caring what she took. She didnt even want any of it.
When Steph was satified that she had enough stolen things in her bag to brag about. She walked over to a bench, and sat down. Opening her bag and taking out a large bottle of butterbeer. She sipped at it, scowling at passers by. Steph didnt care what people thought of her. She didnt care that most things she did these days were wrong. Skipping class, pulling pranks on anyone who was stupid enough to fall for it. Staying out in the grounds all night, and shop lifting. She did all of these things to rebel against her parents, she hated them. Hated everything about them. After all they were the reason her brother died. They are the reason Steph doesnt have a home. The reason Stephs life is messed up.
She sighed, and drank some more butterbeer.