- Messages
- 4,055
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Spanish Cedar 14" Core of Werewolf fur and Phoenix feather.
- Age
- 2/2009
Abbey was honestly over it. She was over Theodore and all the crap he was pulling with her and over him, or she thought she was. She needed to be more focused on herself, schooling and her family, the people she actually loved, not some contorted version of what she thought love was. So in order to have some actual fun without the Glam Squad or have any drama she pulled on an orange coat and a scarf over her dress and left the castle, her wand tucked away into a pocket of her coat.
The sun had just set and the sky was getting darker, curfew would be soon but when did this ever stop her from going somewhere? Abbey's amethyst eyes were dark and pure, showing unbridled coldness that she had before she transferred to Hogwarts New Zealand. She was showing her true self, to the trees, the creatures, the only things she actually respected at Hogwarts. The people were useless here, she didn't see a way she could use them to her advantage any more so she wouldn't bother anymore.
With this said, the girl found a clearing and peacefully she laid down on the ground, opening her cold persona to the forest top, with her eyes closed, a smirk curled on to her lips. She was awfully far into the forest so she didn't think that anyone would approach her but when did she ever get a moment of peace from those bloody mongrels?
The sun had just set and the sky was getting darker, curfew would be soon but when did this ever stop her from going somewhere? Abbey's amethyst eyes were dark and pure, showing unbridled coldness that she had before she transferred to Hogwarts New Zealand. She was showing her true self, to the trees, the creatures, the only things she actually respected at Hogwarts. The people were useless here, she didn't see a way she could use them to her advantage any more so she wouldn't bother anymore.
With this said, the girl found a clearing and peacefully she laid down on the ground, opening her cold persona to the forest top, with her eyes closed, a smirk curled on to her lips. She was awfully far into the forest so she didn't think that anyone would approach her but when did she ever get a moment of peace from those bloody mongrels?