- Messages
- 179
- OOC First Name
- Tamara
- Wand
- Curved 13 Inch Unyielding Walnut Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
Bridget was walking to the library today, she had given up on the most time efficient routes. The stairs moved randomly and there were other factors she had no control over. She had started planning the party she was going to throw for the first years, but first she needed to find information about what other people liked and previous Hogwarts parties. Bridget was counting every tile she stepped on, this was something she did subconsciously. She had counted one hundred and two tiles so far. When she got to one hundred and fifty two counted tiles, she saw the entrance of the schools library. It was already filled with people that were reading up on their new year. Bridget had already made a list of all items she might need for the party, everything was in her control and that is how she liked it best. This party was going to be great, but she still had some doubts about who would come. Finding an empty table, she placed her bag right next to her chair. Her school supplies were organised from small to large and she acquired a book about famous parties in magical history. This book was really interesting, but at the same time Bridget was trying to look at everyone at the same time. She wanted to stay in control of this situation and the only way she could do this, was to monitor all other people she saw.
Bridget saw some first years sitting on two tables right from hers, they posed no treat to her. She was more afraid of the higher years. Hiding behind her red hair and a book she was now finally doing what she was supposed to do. A piece of parchment was laying in front of her, on which she would write the invitation. The invitation would probably be displaced on a bulletin board somewhere. All of the party was within rules, so the professors had no reason disturbing her going to be perfect party.
Bridget saw some first years sitting on two tables right from hers, they posed no treat to her. She was more afraid of the higher years. Hiding behind her red hair and a book she was now finally doing what she was supposed to do. A piece of parchment was laying in front of her, on which she would write the invitation. The invitation would probably be displaced on a bulletin board somewhere. All of the party was within rules, so the professors had no reason disturbing her going to be perfect party.