- Messages
- 3,583
- OOC First Name
- Alexis
- Wand
- Yellowheart with a mix of satinwood and a core of pixie dust.
- Age
- 6/2006
Nina was eagerly awaiting meeting her boyfriend Zak. She couldn't comprehend exactly how much she missed everything about him, she needed him like she needed to breath, which some might seem as odd considering they had been dating since the summer, but they had been friends first. Besides, she cared for him more then anything in the world. She had her strawberry blond curls whisked around her flawless cheeks, her hazel eyes were anxious and excited as her heart beat at a pace that certainly was not healthy.
The pulse of the night was quite relaxed while this Hufflepuff was the exact opposite, she was more nervous then she had been in a long while. It was almost as if, that when Zakary saw her again he would realize what he was doing, that it was her, that it was a mistake for him, that he could do so much better. These thoughts were forced out of her mind as she heard the joyful laughter of her peers. She didn't greet them, and they didn't greet her, she would speak to them at a later time.
Nina was sitting down on a bench, with her legs crossed neatly at her knees, her hands were pulling down on the blue ends of her dress, that she had sewn in boredom, she did not want to look too risque by having it rise up her thin, sunkissed thighs. Becoming a bit more nervous she picked up a strand of hair with one of her hands and placed it between her lips, not chewing on it or sucking on it, the strands of shiny, soft hair were simply resting between her lips as she waited for Zak.
The pulse of the night was quite relaxed while this Hufflepuff was the exact opposite, she was more nervous then she had been in a long while. It was almost as if, that when Zakary saw her again he would realize what he was doing, that it was her, that it was a mistake for him, that he could do so much better. These thoughts were forced out of her mind as she heard the joyful laughter of her peers. She didn't greet them, and they didn't greet her, she would speak to them at a later time.
Nina was sitting down on a bench, with her legs crossed neatly at her knees, her hands were pulling down on the blue ends of her dress, that she had sewn in boredom, she did not want to look too risque by having it rise up her thin, sunkissed thighs. Becoming a bit more nervous she picked up a strand of hair with one of her hands and placed it between her lips, not chewing on it or sucking on it, the strands of shiny, soft hair were simply resting between her lips as she waited for Zak.