Five. A Poop * k8 *
Images of lots of things began to muddle themselves together in the clouds of the crystal ball. Eden didn't try to decipher them, though. She just stared blankly at it, waiting to see anything of interest.
There was the image of a piece of parchment--she didn't try to linger on what the heck that could mean, though, or else she might not see anything else! The parchment drifted away--and she could see the image of a black dog--on closer inspection, RODDY! Her dog! She grinned at the sight--she sure did miss him! She hoped he was all right. Her dog had been perfectly fine when she had left for Hogwarts. By the time, though, that she was paying attention to her crystal ball again, it was clear...no images anymore. She rubbed her forehead and siiiighed. She wanted to see more, gosh darn it! Maybe she would talk to the professor after class?
And now her head was throbbing. "Professor?" she raised her hand and spoke so sooooftly. "Is it normal to get a headache?" she asked, hoping it WAS because if not--well she didn't even KNOW. It's not like she would go all the way to the hospital wing for a mere headache. She would just have to stick it out, yeah?
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |