 A Poop * k8 *
Ember had always LOVED her name and had ALWAYS thought it suited her that well--yes. HEHEHE. It made her bouncy just THINKING of it, too. "Your name just sounds very important." She nodded. "Like you could be the CEO of importance of something!" GRIIIIIN. The other woman got a GRIIN and maybe a HUMMMMMM from Ember Brighten. "Some wizarding names are just...WHACK. Are you muggle born?" She asked curiously.
Ooooh. "Getting out the is the eaaaaasy part, dear--" she said encouragingly. HEHE. "Yes--I come in through the phone booths too, on most days--" she said with a nod. Apparating seemed pointless when she could walk and experience the beauty of THE OUTSIDE WORLD.
GASP. GASP.
"OH NO. But you CAN'T skip breakfast--it's the MOST important meal of the day, Anise! " she cried, and she WHIIPPPPPED out her tin. "Please-- have a pastry--" she said softly. "A friend made them for meeeee." She smiled. "You should not skip breakfast ever--you just feel tired the whole day! " Ember always ate some fruit for breakfast...and then pigged out the rest of the day. And then her stomach was growling?!!? Ember would definitely insist on it--"EAT ONE." She said.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |