Annoyed she'd been caught by Cully outside and was now running late for the meal, Star slid into a seat at the Ravenclaw table, slightly out of breath. Running her fingers through her blonde hair she moaned softly; it had decided it didn't want to stay straight, as she'd hoped, but had curled violently.
Darn the family genes!
Pursing her lips, she began working through the knots the curls had caused, annoyed to no end.
__________________ listen and you can hear the distant sounds
of someone humming a familiar song
the sounds of raindrops echo across the horizon
and shoot your wish up to the sky |