 Foreign Intrigue
Ally strolled into the stands after the match. The match was her first and she was still nervous although it was over. Gryffindor was a tough team.
Her four inch boots clicked melodiosly as she went around looking for a seat to watch the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw match. The weather was rather chilly and Ally was grateful that she had her favorite leather jacket with fur trim to wear.
She stayed standing and walked up to the railing of the stands. Her small hands gripped it as her keen hazel eyes scanned the pitch again. Seeing no one familiar, Ally felt disappointed, but she remained in the same spot hoping someone would go up to her to talk.
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what's the worst thing that could happen? you've got to take the chance.
everyone will tell you not to/but no one understands.
D o n' t D i e W o n d e r i n g
silly little charmer/with that sparkle in your eye
seize your hope and kiss them all goodbye. |