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Ginevra · 09-05-2019, 07:05 AM

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Originally Posted by Jessiqua

Abra was almost ready to explore the beautiful Palace of Beauxbatons, but not quite. It was rather intimidating, it was vast and she had never had to find her way around a school before. Her own little primary school at home was tiny, and everything was just about in sight of everything else.

It was outdoors in the nice September weather she went, a novel and some water in her bag along with half a bag of Fizzing Whizzbees. She saw the cliff and deciding to go a little closer to the edge, just to have a little peek over the edge, she felt suddenly rather nauseous. Rather than realising it might have been a charm, the eleven-year-old sat down near the cliff edge and enjoyed the sight.

Fiona needed to spend some recreational time outdoors and the cliffs seemed like the ideal spot. In her satchel there was a Muggle novel that she had been given as a Christmas present a couple of years ago, a bag of Watermelon Strips and a flask of water. She spotted Abra near the cliff edge and sat down next to her.

"Hey, Abra. Ya don't mind me sitting here?"

The Gryffindor was one of the very few people that Fiona tolerated.

09-05-2019, 07:05 AM	#4 (permalink)
Ginevra DMLE Kappa Join Date: May 2005 Location: The Multiverse Posts: 13,042 Hogwarts RPG Name: Persephone Smithfield Gryffindor First Year x5	Oh, how we drift away from our friends. And the ones back home play remember when Quote: Originally Posted by Jessiqua Abra was almost ready to explore the beautiful Palace of Beauxbatons, but not quite. It was rather intimidating, it was vast and she had never had to find her way around a school before. Her own little primary school at home was tiny, and everything was just about in sight of everything else. It was outdoors in the nice September weather she went, a novel and some water in her bag along with half a bag of Fizzing Whizzbees. She saw the cliff and deciding to go a little closer to the edge, just to have a little peek over the edge, she felt suddenly rather nauseous. Rather than realising it might have been a charm, the eleven-year-old sat down near the cliff edge and enjoyed the sight. Fiona needed to spend some recreational time outdoors and the cliffs seemed like the ideal spot. In her satchel there was a Muggle novel that she had been given as a Christmas present a couple of years ago, a bag of Watermelon Strips and a flask of water. She spotted Abra near the cliff edge and sat down next to her. "Hey, Abra. Ya don't mind me sitting here?" The Gryffindor was one of the very few people that Fiona tolerated.