Kimmara Freecss
Former Model // Mother // Scarred
- Messages
- 354
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Age
- 11/2021
Kimmara Axel took in the site of the ball room for her last Yule at Hogwarts New Zealand. The blonde felt as though she'd spent so little time in this school, and though she'd not really made any friends she was still rather sad to be leaving in another semester. The blonde brushed her bangs back. She'd ran out of pins to pin them back while doing a rather intricate updo. She wanted to feel confident and beautiful, she felt that the only way to do so was to make herself look well. Her natural colored makeup made her feel better about all the intricacies though, as she made her way over to the punch to grab herself some.
There were so many familiar and unfamiliar faces around the girl as she swept through the great hall. Her graceful movements were all thanks to the black flats she wore - opting to not make herself six feet tall with heels. She was already topping at 5'9" now, and hoped she was done growing. Tired of walking now, and wanting to sit and watch others dance, the woman found a place to rest. She wondered if Killy would have taken her onto the dance floor or not - most likely not, he wasn't romantic with her. They were mainly passion, she didn't mind though. A Passionate man was a good man, right? Sighing the woman sipped the drink, her long lasting lip stain not even rubbing on the plastic cup. Maybe getting all dressed up just to not talk was a mistake. At least she could admire the dresses she'd seen and modeled before.
There were so many familiar and unfamiliar faces around the girl as she swept through the great hall. Her graceful movements were all thanks to the black flats she wore - opting to not make herself six feet tall with heels. She was already topping at 5'9" now, and hoped she was done growing. Tired of walking now, and wanting to sit and watch others dance, the woman found a place to rest. She wondered if Killy would have taken her onto the dance floor or not - most likely not, he wasn't romantic with her. They were mainly passion, she didn't mind though. A Passionate man was a good man, right? Sighing the woman sipped the drink, her long lasting lip stain not even rubbing on the plastic cup. Maybe getting all dressed up just to not talk was a mistake. At least she could admire the dresses she'd seen and modeled before.