- Messages
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- Jessye
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- Butternut Wand 12 1/2" Essence of Wood Rose
Why on earth is fishing such a boredom buster? thought Bess, flicking her line a little so that it plopped satisfyingly in the water below. The brook had very high banks, but there was a fat log that had fallen across it years ago that she and her sisters liked to sit and fish from in the Summer. There wasn't much going on in life right now. Bess worked a small muggle cafe down the rode from their sweet cottage home. Connie, her twin, worked their also but people could tell them apart since Conn had dyed her hair blonde. Her twin had always liked to change hair colours, where as Bess had always stayed the same; golden brown hair, hazel-green eyes and a smile that put a tiny dimple on each cheek, just like Artemis. Somehow she had expected to become a bit more than she had after leaving Hogwarts. Connie was doing her studying and doing just as well as everyone expected. But Bess knew she'd probably stay in the little village of Langton not two miles down the road from Brightstone. She'd stay and work at the coffee shop, maybe meet someone eventually and have a lot of little kids. A simple life. She sighed.
Yet Bess was still a Blackmoore although she had more Yearling blood than anything, and adventure was still something she craved in the back of her mind. Perhaps this was why fishing wasn't so boring. You ended up sitting down and having a good think. But the sound of calm footsteps startled her out of her reverie. A man who look not a day older than herself was rounding the path towards Brightstone, just in Bess' eyeline. Not such an event, but she recognised him instantly. "Oh! Leo!" she called out without thinking, waving frantically from her perch above the water. At that moment, there was a firm tug on her line and the happily waving young woman was pulled into the water. Seconds later she surfaced, spluttering and her clothes dripping wet. "Oh flummox me." said Bess. What a way to meet a former peer.
Yet Bess was still a Blackmoore although she had more Yearling blood than anything, and adventure was still something she craved in the back of her mind. Perhaps this was why fishing wasn't so boring. You ended up sitting down and having a good think. But the sound of calm footsteps startled her out of her reverie. A man who look not a day older than herself was rounding the path towards Brightstone, just in Bess' eyeline. Not such an event, but she recognised him instantly. "Oh! Leo!" she called out without thinking, waving frantically from her perch above the water. At that moment, there was a firm tug on her line and the happily waving young woman was pulled into the water. Seconds later she surfaced, spluttering and her clothes dripping wet. "Oh flummox me." said Bess. What a way to meet a former peer.