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It was a late autumn afternoon...around 5pm. The wind blew against the trees and the leaves landed scattered across the Durmstrang grounds, the brown, orange and purples flourishing. It was truly a beautiful site. In one of the abandoned classrooms, sat a girl, in purple checked shorts with black braces and a white loose t-shirt with the words Connected on it in silver loopy writing. She had high, high tops with floral pattern on them. She was Charlie Willow.
Charlie Willow was relatively new at Durmstrang, joining in the past September. She had not made many friends. She was sitting on the window legde with one leg bent on the ledge and the other just lolling around. It was only when two boys decided to have a fight in there, hand to hand muffle combat, that she felt a bit scared. Charlie was a bit tough but she was depressed at this moment in time. She was deprived from her family and condemned to being lonely. She tensed up and drew all her limbs to her chest, her face worried.
Charlie Willow was relatively new at Durmstrang, joining in the past September. She had not made many friends. She was sitting on the window legde with one leg bent on the ledge and the other just lolling around. It was only when two boys decided to have a fight in there, hand to hand muffle combat, that she felt a bit scared. Charlie was a bit tough but she was depressed at this moment in time. She was deprived from her family and condemned to being lonely. She tensed up and drew all her limbs to her chest, her face worried.