lonely corridors.
A storm is coming.
The air hits the windows of the Charms. Flitwick
swings a bit on the mountain of books.
Cloe is mesmerized by the clouds. Want to go out and feel the storm coming toward her, as the wind and the roar of thunder threaten it. It feels very pleasant. Only 5 minutes to finish the class. Going to eat today. Want storm. Want rain. Want to shed mud and fresh grass.
bell rings, and Chloe shoots of the class. Passes in front of the statue dand humpback witch, and comes drifting up the stairs, pauses a second and strode down. Some students complain in their wake, but she will not listen, only has ears for the drops that are beginning to fall.
skids when it reaches the second floor, and saw some girls crying loudly after second spell on the armor that is near the office of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Keep going down fast, on the first floor, fourth graders out of the class of History of Magic with sleepy faces, and some other nursing student leaves with visible symptoms of eating nougat sangranarices to skip shop class Weasley Wheezes. Cloe
down the stairs. And starts to climb, the magic broom vibrates in your hands, it seems as if she wanted to try the virgin rain clouds gray. Pulls up and rises into the sky, and starts yelling like crazy. Cloe says nothing in particular, only vents are cries of anger, hatred, oppression, suffering, crying, all the contents for several weeks, is driving in those moments. Fly
Quidditch field, and watch as the Gryffindor team begins to take the field for training.
I like to ride a broom, another of his interests secret. Want to save to be able to buy a Nimbus 2000 to be walking around the grounds and go to Hogsmeade when he pleases. A Curious Chloe, and decreased slightly leadingis the Black Lake. The giant squid has come to play in the rain, its tentacles become sinuous as if invoking the storm or dance a pagan ritual. Some students adventurous approach to the shores of Lake to watch the huge
all wet in the lobby, like other students, and goes to the Great Hall. Many are already finishing the meal, but she sits calmly, and placed in the dish a couple ofroast potatoes and a chunk of turkey. Mmm ... what a delicious aroma. What feels good especially when the rain has soaked and sunk the heavy stone called solitude in the depths of the mind.
I hope you liked it:) Anna
Curu Black
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