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- 96
- OOC First Name
- Anna
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- 11 1/2" Asphodel, Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie (Grandmother's wand)
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Aspen shuffled slowly along the corridor,her breath coming in wheezy gasps as she dragged her duffel bag behind her.
She paused for a moment, leaning against the wall, completely exhausted.
Aspen had just spent two glorious weeks in Holland with her sister, who was living there with their grandparents. Before her trip, Aspen hadn't seen her Oma and Opa since she was 3 months old.
Every day, the highest temperature only just got over freezing point, and the canals and rivers running through Amsterdam had been completely frozen over, and the streets crowded by huge piles of snow that had accumulated during the long, cold nights.
And then there had been the celebrations. Although Aspen had missed sinterklaas, the Dutch equivalent of Christmas, her grandparents had postponed their family's present exchanging, just for her. And then Elissiana had somehow managed to convince them to celebrate Christmas, too. All the festivities had involved traditional Dutch food, of course, such as oliebollen, all of it delicious, warm and rich.
The downside of all this was something Aspen was only discovering now. All the delicious, rich food had been good, but the weight she had gained because of it was not.
Aspen slid to the ground, then groaned, moving slightly on the floor, trying to find a position in which her jeans wouldn't cut into her flesh.
She pulled her bag closer to her, and open the top pocket.
The contents spilled out, brightly coloured packets full of Dutch sweets and cookies littering the floor. She selected one and ripped it open, breathing a sigh of relief before grabbing a handful of small chocolates, shoving them inelegantly into her mouth.
'This really isn't helping,' she thought. 'But what am I supposed to do with all these presents? And they taste so good!'
She sighed again, patting her bloated stomach.
(O.O.C. Okay, basically looking for someone to come in and start taunting Aspen about being podgy. Although, if you would like to be nice to her, you may be rewarded with Dutch licorice, or something of the sort.)
Aspen shuffled slowly along the corridor,her breath coming in wheezy gasps as she dragged her duffel bag behind her.
She paused for a moment, leaning against the wall, completely exhausted.
Aspen had just spent two glorious weeks in Holland with her sister, who was living there with their grandparents. Before her trip, Aspen hadn't seen her Oma and Opa since she was 3 months old.
Every day, the highest temperature only just got over freezing point, and the canals and rivers running through Amsterdam had been completely frozen over, and the streets crowded by huge piles of snow that had accumulated during the long, cold nights.
And then there had been the celebrations. Although Aspen had missed sinterklaas, the Dutch equivalent of Christmas, her grandparents had postponed their family's present exchanging, just for her. And then Elissiana had somehow managed to convince them to celebrate Christmas, too. All the festivities had involved traditional Dutch food, of course, such as oliebollen, all of it delicious, warm and rich.
The downside of all this was something Aspen was only discovering now. All the delicious, rich food had been good, but the weight she had gained because of it was not.
Aspen slid to the ground, then groaned, moving slightly on the floor, trying to find a position in which her jeans wouldn't cut into her flesh.
She pulled her bag closer to her, and open the top pocket.
The contents spilled out, brightly coloured packets full of Dutch sweets and cookies littering the floor. She selected one and ripped it open, breathing a sigh of relief before grabbing a handful of small chocolates, shoving them inelegantly into her mouth.
'This really isn't helping,' she thought. 'But what am I supposed to do with all these presents? And they taste so good!'
She sighed again, patting her bloated stomach.
(O.O.C. Okay, basically looking for someone to come in and start taunting Aspen about being podgy. Although, if you would like to be nice to her, you may be rewarded with Dutch licorice, or something of the sort.)