- Messages
- 734
- OOC First Name
- Mia
- Wand
- fancy staff
- Age
- 92 (10/1970)
Morgan pulled her woollen shall around her as she quickly walked along the main street of Brightstone village, although it was summer the nights were still cool and after the warmth of maya's house snugly tucked behind madam puddifoots and heated by a huge fire it felt bitter. she had just spent a pleasant evening with her twin and niece drinking tea, and reminiscing on the past. She was just heading to where had found a nice place to apparate from.
she discovered long ago that she wasn't that good at apparating but if she had a few places she knew well as apparating points she could do it far better, and she had learned not to make these too close to peoples houses as then they would see her every time she went somewhere for a visit or shopping. in brightstone it was actually in the centre of a band stand in the park. it was a good place unless it was raining. thankfully tonight the stars were bright not even a cloud filled the sky. all there was was the bitter wind bringing with it the feelings of change. she didn't know what change. just something. her footsteps crunched on the gravel and the lady hummed as she walked. it was the song that had been on the radio just as she had left the De Niro's house. it was called chasing pavements. the path was dark. she paused to tap her staff on the floor. "lumos" she said lighting the top of her staff and like a lanton lighting the surrounding area.
she discovered long ago that she wasn't that good at apparating but if she had a few places she knew well as apparating points she could do it far better, and she had learned not to make these too close to peoples houses as then they would see her every time she went somewhere for a visit or shopping. in brightstone it was actually in the centre of a band stand in the park. it was a good place unless it was raining. thankfully tonight the stars were bright not even a cloud filled the sky. all there was was the bitter wind bringing with it the feelings of change. she didn't know what change. just something. her footsteps crunched on the gravel and the lady hummed as she walked. it was the song that had been on the radio just as she had left the De Niro's house. it was called chasing pavements. the path was dark. she paused to tap her staff on the floor. "lumos" she said lighting the top of her staff and like a lanton lighting the surrounding area.