- Messages
- 217
Luna floated along the corridors, as usual doing nothing. She wished she had something to do, but as she had no classes, and she couldn't hold anything, she had nothing. She thought about her death, trying to remember exactly how she had died. She knew she had walked out of the Ravenclaw tower and gone outside.
Luna sighed, she probably would neer know. If she hadn't died, she would have been a fifth year, as she had died in her third year. She looked like an average fourteen year old, with bright red hair and blue eyes.
Except for the fact she was transperant, and floated abouve the ground.
Luna had been feeling depressed lately, more and more each day. She wished she had someone to talk to, she didn't really have any friends in her three years of school. Luna floated aimlessly along the school's many corridors, sometime going through entire classes. She wasn't looking where she was going, and floated straight through people.
She was moving quites fast, as if she had a purpose, which, of couse she didn't. Luna stopped, and 'sat' cross legged in the middle of the sixth corridor. Several years of being a ghost, she didn't mind being dead. She didn't like though, it was just what she was, and would be for probably the rest of her life.
Luna sighed, she probably would neer know. If she hadn't died, she would have been a fifth year, as she had died in her third year. She looked like an average fourteen year old, with bright red hair and blue eyes.
Except for the fact she was transperant, and floated abouve the ground.
Luna had been feeling depressed lately, more and more each day. She wished she had someone to talk to, she didn't really have any friends in her three years of school. Luna floated aimlessly along the school's many corridors, sometime going through entire classes. She wasn't looking where she was going, and floated straight through people.
She was moving quites fast, as if she had a purpose, which, of couse she didn't. Luna stopped, and 'sat' cross legged in the middle of the sixth corridor. Several years of being a ghost, she didn't mind being dead. She didn't like though, it was just what she was, and would be for probably the rest of her life.