- Messages
- 777
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Age
- 3/2020
The Autumn breeze ran through Claire's hair, ruffling her dress and the fringes on her bag. The young Beauxbatons student sighed lightly, taking in the scent that would soon be taken over by snow. Just a few short months ago, Claire had returned to a school where she felt secluded, though she knew she wasn't. She toyed with her faux leather purse, making her way out into the gardens that this school seemed to be famous for. These gardens, however, seemed to be relatively empty; but Claire didn't mind. The young brunette had always loved exploring, even if it was by herself. Long ago she'd stopped writing to Sammy, her closest friends from Hogwarts New Zealand, her school from what seemed like forever ago. Claire felt bad, but she didn't really have the energy to after discovering that her parents were divorcing. The harsh reality had slapped Claire in the face like an angry catfish jumping out of a skillet. Her mother's late rodeo practices were really her excuse to cheat on her father. It hurt Claire the most, as she hadn't realized her family were falling apart without her realizing it.
With brunette hair blowing in the wind, and thoughts invading her mind, Claire plucked up a rose and smelled it. It was a vivid scent that she wanted to hold in her mind forever. However, the moment that she dropped the rose on the ground to fertilize the land, the scent was gone. Her lips curled into a slight smile upon seeing dark hair, that was a bit familiar. Though it belonged to a taller boy, she did believe that he looked familiar. With a brilliant memory, Claire though of her first conversation with the brown eyed boy who was sitting alone. Claire approached him quietly, and sat on her knees beside him, her bag dropping gently to the ground. "Are you still a Quit-itch person?" She asked, not looking at him, hoping that she wasn't mistaken.
Claire only hoped he would recognize her. She had slimmed down since they'd last spoke, and she looked much older now. Her curves were very slight, though, and she didn't seem to have hit puberty, other than growing a bit taller. She also now carried a camera around her neck; a nice one that rarely left her side. With light makeup on her face, she smiled, feeling another gentle breeze blowing her hair, the scent of her shampoo mixing with that of the flowers.
With brunette hair blowing in the wind, and thoughts invading her mind, Claire plucked up a rose and smelled it. It was a vivid scent that she wanted to hold in her mind forever. However, the moment that she dropped the rose on the ground to fertilize the land, the scent was gone. Her lips curled into a slight smile upon seeing dark hair, that was a bit familiar. Though it belonged to a taller boy, she did believe that he looked familiar. With a brilliant memory, Claire though of her first conversation with the brown eyed boy who was sitting alone. Claire approached him quietly, and sat on her knees beside him, her bag dropping gently to the ground. "Are you still a Quit-itch person?" She asked, not looking at him, hoping that she wasn't mistaken.
Claire only hoped he would recognize her. She had slimmed down since they'd last spoke, and she looked much older now. Her curves were very slight, though, and she didn't seem to have hit puberty, other than growing a bit taller. She also now carried a camera around her neck; a nice one that rarely left her side. With light makeup on her face, she smiled, feeling another gentle breeze blowing her hair, the scent of her shampoo mixing with that of the flowers.