Andrew Bruke
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Andrew strolled into the gardens on what seemed like the last day of summer. He was wearing a blue jumper and black jeans and his hair were untidy and messy. Not that he didn't comb them, Andrew was a gentleman in that case but the winds that had taken over the castle grounds had made them so. He had just finished his homework and left the common room to look for some chilled air and refresh his brains.
Walking through the path of the garden he didn't realize how deep he was going. His feet were simply carrying him over the fallen leaves as he looked around and saw the chipmunks running here and there with their nuts. The nature seemed to take over his mind when he stopped by a tree and leaned on it to quietly see the peacock dancing in the drizzle. He loved peacocks, always thought they were connected to him in some way. He snapped a few quite photos of the creature.
Walking through the path of the garden he didn't realize how deep he was going. His feet were simply carrying him over the fallen leaves as he looked around and saw the chipmunks running here and there with their nuts. The nature seemed to take over his mind when he stopped by a tree and leaned on it to quietly see the peacock dancing in the drizzle. He loved peacocks, always thought they were connected to him in some way. He snapped a few quite photos of the creature.