A Poop * k8 *
Eden skipped towards DADA class in a cheerful mood. She was whistling--not a familiar tune to anyone who wasn't in her family. Some Gaelic song her mother liked to sing to her when she was small--but Eden didn't know the words. Just the tune.
Peeking her head inside she didn't see really anyone there yet! OH JOY. Eden liked being by herself sometimes--stretching as she made her way to a mat, she plopped down and swung her bag off her shoulders.
MERLIN. IT WAS SO BRIGHT IN HERE. Eden had to squint. She even took out some SUNGLASSES and slipped them on her face because WHOAH she was going to go BLIND or something. Leaning back on her elbows, she waited for others to get in.
OH HI JASMINE! Eden waved at the prefect and smiiiiiled. "How's it going?" she asked softly, still chillin' like a villain WITH HER SUNGLASSES.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
Last edited by kayquilz; 11-20-2014 at 11:01 PM.
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