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Post by Joan Bishop on Nov 2, 2011 0:31:23 GMT -5
No one owes you anything, I think you need a shotgun blast;;
The darkest hour never comes in the night, when you gonna wake up and fight for yourself? Joan wasn't one to socialize normally. She typically could be found working on her homework or reading a good book. Typical Ravenclaw, no? Of course! This time, she was reading a book her father had sent her. Big shocker, ain't it, little Joan not reading a school issued book! But on her lap lay the leather bound journal the Headmaster and Charms Teacher Angelo Potter had given all his students. She was attempting to write down ideas for spells...While reading a non-school book. So, what was the book? None other than a muggle special, given to her father by a neighbor, and now he'd given it to her. It was rather interesting, about humans and dragons living on another planet. Quiet refreshing, considering what her usual reading content consisted of. And, what kind of spell was she working on, you ask? Why, it could only be one she'd prayed for all her life. A spell, enchantment, ANYTHING that would mute, dull out, or even get rid of her veela charm. It was a personal project of hers, one that ate all her free time it seemed. Something of an obsession. "Hum~ I wish I could melt into this book..." she breathed out, to herself of course. She never did think to check if she was the only on in the common room, even if she was draped over a lounge chair. NOTES:: Open to all Ravenclaws.
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