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Post by Angelina Johnson on Feb 16, 2009 4:25:05 GMT
Angelina walked the streets of Hogsmead, not knowing where her feet were taking her. Life had become boring for her and with all the fuss and crazyness going around, Angelina wanted to go somewhere no one could find her or along the lines of that. She was wearing dark pants and blouse which was covered by her winter jacket. Angelina shivered as she continued walking, she could never get used to the cold. Stupid winter and it was night time so it was even colder and a more harm to her. Smart Angelina. Your a genious. But then again, getting away was something she wanted.
Angelina walked to the Hogsmead forest and she sighed. What was she doing here? No one would be here or the people...or things that were, could kill her. But the stubborn girl told her mind to shut up and then sat on a rock by a tree, a bit past the edge of the forest. Angelina leaned her head against the bark of tree and sighed loudly. She hugged herself to keep warm. Then she began to sing rather loudly, well loud enough that people could hear, in her saprano voice.
"Clusters of crocus,
Purple and gold
Blankets of pansies,
Out from the cold.
Lilies and iris,
Safe from the chill.
Safe in my garden,
Snowdrops so still."
It was a song her mother used to sing to her as a child and she didn't know why she remembered or thought of it now. She sang it over and over, not remmbering the rest of it but trying.
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Post by Roger Davies on Mar 6, 2009 0:10:08 GMT
*Hears a familiar sounding voice singing and decides to investigate.*
*Sees a familiar looking girl leaning up against a tree, thinking it is someone he knows*
*walks over and looks at her quizzically*
Angelina?
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