- Messages
- 4,055
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Spanish Cedar 14" Core of Werewolf fur and Phoenix feather.
- Age
- 2/2009
Classes had not yet begun so Abigail was free to do as she pleased and as it was summer she would have been spending her time outside but it was raining and she really did not wish to be outside in the rain, ruining her make up and hair. So after changing into a simple yet cute outfit she left her dorm room and walked with her black pumps clicking with each step until she entered the library where the carpet muffled her steps.
She had no intention of studying, in fact she was hoping to find a friend there, a special friend she had written to early in the morning to see if he had wanted to see her. During the summer vacation she had, admittedly wished she had seen Luciano but being with her family had been more then worth it, she just hated that when she had met her uncle he ad been so preoccupied with Noelle's pregnancy and didn't get a chance to have an actual conversation with her.
Since she had returned to school she had been getting a lot more attention, mainly because of her change in appearance but also the new aura she had set for herself, one that she had lost in the summer between first and second year.
Waiting for Luciano Rossi, Abigail, walked towards one of the tables at the front and took out a book that had been slipped under her arms and while she waited she opened it and read, but because of her thoughts of Luciano she had to reread each line more then three times, which was becoming a little frustrating for the girl.
She had no intention of studying, in fact she was hoping to find a friend there, a special friend she had written to early in the morning to see if he had wanted to see her. During the summer vacation she had, admittedly wished she had seen Luciano but being with her family had been more then worth it, she just hated that when she had met her uncle he ad been so preoccupied with Noelle's pregnancy and didn't get a chance to have an actual conversation with her.
Since she had returned to school she had been getting a lot more attention, mainly because of her change in appearance but also the new aura she had set for herself, one that she had lost in the summer between first and second year.
Waiting for Luciano Rossi, Abigail, walked towards one of the tables at the front and took out a book that had been slipped under her arms and while she waited she opened it and read, but because of her thoughts of Luciano she had to reread each line more then three times, which was becoming a little frustrating for the girl.