Post by Madison Riccio on Apr 16, 2008 6:12:39 GMT 8
Magic can do wonders couldn't it?
With a simple flick of her wand, a tree swing was made. It was simple, yet something that was easier done by the wand than man-made.. or 'woman-made'. You could say the simplicity made it better.
Madison Riccio sat down on the swing silently, swinging back and forth slowly. She seemed to have been very quiet that past few weeks and even she didn't know why.
Tonight, a blank expression took over her features, something not common for the Slytherin girl. Her eyes were wide and fixated on nothing in particular. She looked lost. Lost in a world of nothingness. If that's even a word.
School had started and was tiring, to say the least. She was kind of bored with everything. Same people, same teachers, practically the same classes every year. How boring.
Then again, everyone, mainly adults, would ask her "What are your plans for when you graduate?" That question seemed to dig at her mind ninety-nine percent of the time. What was she going to be? She wasn't going to be some boring Ministry worker like most of the kids that went to school here become. She was going to be somebody.
Who knew that this outgiong, peppy girl could be quiet and almost anti-social at times?
With a simple flick of her wand, a tree swing was made. It was simple, yet something that was easier done by the wand than man-made.. or 'woman-made'. You could say the simplicity made it better.
Madison Riccio sat down on the swing silently, swinging back and forth slowly. She seemed to have been very quiet that past few weeks and even she didn't know why.
Tonight, a blank expression took over her features, something not common for the Slytherin girl. Her eyes were wide and fixated on nothing in particular. She looked lost. Lost in a world of nothingness. If that's even a word.
School had started and was tiring, to say the least. She was kind of bored with everything. Same people, same teachers, practically the same classes every year. How boring.
Then again, everyone, mainly adults, would ask her "What are your plans for when you graduate?" That question seemed to dig at her mind ninety-nine percent of the time. What was she going to be? She wasn't going to be some boring Ministry worker like most of the kids that went to school here become. She was going to be somebody.
Who knew that this outgiong, peppy girl could be quiet and almost anti-social at times?
