Originally Posted by Santa Bear

Originally Posted by My Tiger Burning Bright

[/B]The legend went that if you and your true love sat on the swing on Halloween night your love was true and would last through time, but if you should have a spat before the night was through or your lover would not sit with you then you were doomed not to love at all but run around miserably alone forever. As the Halloween ball approached the legend surfaced again, and the bets began to circulate as to what loving pair would dare to sit there.

Originally Posted by The Poet

The brown leaves fell from the trees in showers of autumn, dappling the sunlight. Ginny lay on the ground laughing with Luna who had just said something funny. All around them the grass swayed in a sea of light brown blades as the wind ran through it like a child laughing and playing. It was, well, it was beautiful. The days were a soft cool reminder of summer weather but for the golds, the browns, the reds and the falling leaves and bare skeletal trees. The girls were enjoying their afternoon off from classes, without homework, well there was always potion's work but the girl's had opted to skip it, there were not a lot of pretty days left in the year. There would be rain coming and lots of it.