Post by Bleu Baton on Aug 18, 2013 20:48:45 GMT -5
She felt the water in her glass. It had a cold temperature. Much like that of the water in the lake back at her home. Her home in England. Bleu remembered how she used to swim in that lake with her sister. Sometimes she would scare the neighbors by turning it deep red. Even to her it looked like blood! Bleu laughed as she remembered herself. Precious little Bleu, who to muggles seemed perfectly normal. Or, at least that's what she thought she was thought of as.
But actually, many thought of her as mysterious. Someone you would expect to have magical things running through her head at all times. A girl, who people would occasionally glimpse flying on a broom. They would then tell themselves that it was just a bird flying through the air. It had, of course been little Bleu flying around on her Twigger 90 broom. She still had that broom. It was lying in a cupboard at her house in England. But now she used her Firebolt.
Bleu ran a hand through her light blonde hair that was down to her elbows. She tied it in her usual french braid down her back. She looked at the beautiful Joli Park. There was a bird singing in the tree beside her. It was an owl. How odd that was. Bleu didn't normally see owls out during the day. She wondered what it was doing out at this hour. She lay on the park bench and listened to the bird's song.
But actually, many thought of her as mysterious. Someone you would expect to have magical things running through her head at all times. A girl, who people would occasionally glimpse flying on a broom. They would then tell themselves that it was just a bird flying through the air. It had, of course been little Bleu flying around on her Twigger 90 broom. She still had that broom. It was lying in a cupboard at her house in England. But now she used her Firebolt.
Bleu ran a hand through her light blonde hair that was down to her elbows. She tied it in her usual french braid down her back. She looked at the beautiful Joli Park. There was a bird singing in the tree beside her. It was an owl. How odd that was. Bleu didn't normally see owls out during the day. She wondered what it was doing out at this hour. She lay on the park bench and listened to the bird's song.
