Frangelina || twitter addict || Music of the Sun || The Fresh Princess of Bellaire
Rhea walked slowly along the fifth floor corridor. She had her new subscription of quidditch through the ages tucked under her arm and scouted the corridor for a good place to sit and read.
She really didn't fancy the stuffy library much and couldn't go outside as it was raining...but there had to be some abandoned corridor somewhere where she could sit and read her magazine.
She looked at the very attractive wizard on the front but saw past him to the broom he was clutching..man what she wouldn't give to own one of those.
__________________  ...Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack... |