 Frangelina || twitter addict || Music of the Sun || The Fresh Princess of Bellaire
Sophia clip clopped her way into the great hall. Her mood very much reflected the weather outside more stormy than gloomy though. She shrugged her damp cloak off and banished it to her quarters, like she did with her trunk then headed towards the table gown sweeping the ground as she did so. She did not miss the faces there either but was in no mood to initiate conversation so she muttered a "pleasant evening all" and sunk into her seat, scowl firmly in place.
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Last edited by Davvy_Wavvy; 09-02-2012 at 03:40 PM.
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