- Messages
- 920
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Wand
- White Pine 14 1/4" Core of Veela Hair
- Age
- 3/2000
Nataliia stood in Chavdar's fireplace, with a handful of floo powder. Chavdar had convinced her to try it at least once in her life. Nataliia shot a warning at him, "If I get any soot on my red jacket, you've had it." Nataliia bit her lip, and sighed. This was just horrible. She wanted to apparate back home. Nataliia resumed her posture and said in a firm voice, "Home!" However, her french and bulgarian accent slurred her speech a bit. She flew down the floo powder, and transported.
Nataliia landed on her bottom, and didn't bother looking around. She shook her hair free of the soot, which got on her jacket. She swore, "I am going to get Chavdar back for ruining my jacket." She frowned, before glancing up, in wonder. This was differently not her house. Nataliia murmured, and blushed, "Oh my god... Where am I?" Her stormy eyes were confused and filled with embarrassment. She could have gone to the States for all she knew!
Nataliia landed on her bottom, and didn't bother looking around. She shook her hair free of the soot, which got on her jacket. She swore, "I am going to get Chavdar back for ruining my jacket." She frowned, before glancing up, in wonder. This was differently not her house. Nataliia murmured, and blushed, "Oh my god... Where am I?" Her stormy eyes were confused and filled with embarrassment. She could have gone to the States for all she knew!