 For Kale! Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
On the whole, Ash was doing a lot better. She was actually doing pretty well most of the time. But right now? Nah. Right now she was sad. And for some reason, the Weasley Swamp always cheered her up... as did some other things. Soooo, Ash got out of bed, dressed up in one of her nicest party dresses, got someone to do her makeup, and grabbed her cat and her art supplies. Then she headed down here, completely ignoring anyone who stared at her as she passed. Luckily, there was no one else at the actual swamp. She could do art in peace. Art? Well... it couldn't really be called that yet. It was more like a toddler angrily scribbling over a page with blue and gray marker. Except for, Ash wasn't a toddler.
After a while, she got bored and started drawing a phoenix on top of the random scribbles. Yeah, she was Ashley. She was strong. And amazing. And pretty. She was going to be fine.
See, that was the Weasley Swamp's effect. |