- Messages
- 70
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Curved 12 Inch Flexible Cedar Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
- Age
- 4/4/2052
*Open after Remy posts with Brynn
The Great Hall was filled with people and an energy that Christa wasn't used to. The long tables were laden with plates of food and goblets of pumpkin juice and the hum of laughter and chatter filled the air. It was almost mid October and Halloween would be soon. She'd been told anyway. Christa, an Aussie, didn't really celebrate it usually, and she'd never really gone to a party to dress up so she had no idea what she was going to do for this one. She watched an owl deliver a letter, surprised that they would just fly in and drop letters on the table, and she raised her eyebrows even higher when one dropped a letter in front of her. She hadn't been expecting anyone to write her and she eagerly opened it. Her mother wrote her a congratulations for being sorted, and talked about how they missed her a lot. She smiled at the thought of her mum writing a letter, not entirely confident it would get to her. It was in her fine calligraphy, using a pencil, she could see, that would be in case she wrote something wrong so she could easily rub it out. She grinned at the letter and then folded it up, before noticing she was sitting at the wrong table. "Oh, sorry, do you mind if I sit here?" She turned to ask the girl next to her.
The Great Hall was filled with people and an energy that Christa wasn't used to. The long tables were laden with plates of food and goblets of pumpkin juice and the hum of laughter and chatter filled the air. It was almost mid October and Halloween would be soon. She'd been told anyway. Christa, an Aussie, didn't really celebrate it usually, and she'd never really gone to a party to dress up so she had no idea what she was going to do for this one. She watched an owl deliver a letter, surprised that they would just fly in and drop letters on the table, and she raised her eyebrows even higher when one dropped a letter in front of her. She hadn't been expecting anyone to write her and she eagerly opened it. Her mother wrote her a congratulations for being sorted, and talked about how they missed her a lot. She smiled at the thought of her mum writing a letter, not entirely confident it would get to her. It was in her fine calligraphy, using a pencil, she could see, that would be in case she wrote something wrong so she could easily rub it out. She grinned at the letter and then folded it up, before noticing she was sitting at the wrong table. "Oh, sorry, do you mind if I sit here?" She turned to ask the girl next to her.
