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Archived Applications / Re: Ivy Pembrooke Student Application
« on: 02/04/2012 at 03:50 »
Omg! Right, so sorry :3
As Ivy reached her dormitory she let out a long sigh.
Tapping her foot impatiently Ivy moved her fingers across the smooth pages of a calendar which hung above her side draw. "March.."
It had been three months since she had last heard from John, her father. Ivy feared the worst.
"Kale.." Ivy batted away the cat from her letters. Bloody thing better not have ripped them. The noise of springs squeaking sounded as Ivy flopped onto her bed. Her cat purred deeply as her tail flicked about carelessly.
What a sad excuse for a weekend.
"Better go do something.." With a soft snort, Ivy headed for the door, leaving her wand behind.
The corridors were emtpy, with only the ghosts lurking in the dark.
Her shoes clicked across the stone floor as her cape, drapped over her shoulders, followed her close behind."Some say it's a delicacy, but others think it's plain gross" Came a voice behind her. Ivy had been in deep thought until then. She spun on her heels to meet the person, her eyes scanned up and down, head to toe. What a dag. Frogs legs did she say? The girl continued to look at her, those eyes boring into her soul as she waited for Ivy's answer. Who was this child? "I think if you don't disperse, I'm NOT going to be a happy chappie. Comprendo?" Finally Ivy responded. Tapping her foot she waited impatiently for the girl to answer.
Tapping her foot impatiently Ivy moved her fingers across the smooth pages of a calendar which hung above her side draw. "March.."
It had been three months since she had last heard from John, her father. Ivy feared the worst.
"Kale.." Ivy batted away the cat from her letters. Bloody thing better not have ripped them. The noise of springs squeaking sounded as Ivy flopped onto her bed. Her cat purred deeply as her tail flicked about carelessly.
What a sad excuse for a weekend.
"Better go do something.." With a soft snort, Ivy headed for the door, leaving her wand behind.
The corridors were emtpy, with only the ghosts lurking in the dark.
Her shoes clicked across the stone floor as her cape, drapped over her shoulders, followed her close behind."Some say it's a delicacy, but others think it's plain gross" Came a voice behind her. Ivy had been in deep thought until then. She spun on her heels to meet the person, her eyes scanned up and down, head to toe. What a dag. Frogs legs did she say? The girl continued to look at her, those eyes boring into her soul as she waited for Ivy's answer. Who was this child? "I think if you don't disperse, I'm NOT going to be a happy chappie. Comprendo?" Finally Ivy responded. Tapping her foot she waited impatiently for the girl to answer.