Amy Rosemary
mother of 3 • dept. of int. magical co-operation
- Messages
- 1,089
- OOC First Name
- Clara
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual (Matthew)
- Wand
- Knotted 14 1/2" Chestnut Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
- Age
- 9/2027 (27)
Amy had decided that since her brother had plans for the day, she would spend it somewhere where she wouldn't be bored until he'd come back home. Her parents were out as well, which left her to have the house all to herself. In all honesty she did not really have much to do except read and she really wasn't in the mood to do that. Sighing, she got up from her seat and grabbed a light sweater, considering it was rather warm outside and headed out, leaving a note on the dining room table in case her parents were to finish work before she was back. Maybe she would just explore the area she'd recently moved in, she'd had barely any time to get to know the place where she lived better. It was a nice city, she noted as she walked along the cobbled streets, observing many small restaurants and what there was to do there. Eventually, when she had gotten lost, she stopped walking and squinted trying to see if there was a street name anywhere, however there was no luck. She sighed. It was a good thing it was still mid afternoon and the sun still up otherwise she would have been in some trouble.
Amy continued to walk, turned left and stopped in her tracks. Okay, maybe she should not venture there. There were still quite a few streets she had not seen, but she preferred not to go alone. The girl headed to the right instead, avoiding all corners. She wasn't paranoid - though she might as well have been - but she valued her own life and safety. She was so deep in her thoughts that she hadn't realized how many hours she had been wandering around. She realized she had found her way back to where she'd previously explored, so the sixteen-year-old stopped to sit by a bench, not as tired as she thought she would be. That was what she called exercise.
<i></i>Amy continued to walk, turned left and stopped in her tracks. Okay, maybe she should not venture there. There were still quite a few streets she had not seen, but she preferred not to go alone. The girl headed to the right instead, avoiding all corners. She wasn't paranoid - though she might as well have been - but she valued her own life and safety. She was so deep in her thoughts that she hadn't realized how many hours she had been wandering around. She realized she had found her way back to where she'd previously explored, so the sixteen-year-old stopped to sit by a bench, not as tired as she thought she would be. That was what she called exercise.