- Messages
- 659
Pungahn sat under her favorite tree. she thought back on her day... between class, working in hogsmeade, practice in the quidditch pitch, and the discussions she had had only a little while ago, she was tired. she thought Ford liked her, but it was not her that he had invited out. feeling a little disappointed, Pungahn rested her head against a tree daydreaming about being back home...