Post by rebeccavolkan on Nov 7, 2011 13:07:05 GMT 1
Rebecca looked around her, and seeing she was alone pushed the hood of her emerald green cape down, so her face was no longer sheilded from view. She looked up at the moon and smiled. Well smirked, Becca's study of the dark arts had darkened her heart. She was no longer, good or pure. Something she reveled in. Rebecca pulled her hand through her long hair, and found somewhere to sit. She pulled a piece of paper out of her cloak and a quill with ink, and started to pen a letter.
My dear professor she started I am in desperate need of advice she wrote, but stopped thinking of how to word this. She was penning a letter to her Dark Arts teacher and wanted advice on how to deal with a certain... problem. I can not tell you the exact situation, only the bare mininum, I have found my parents killers, but I fear... she was rudely interupted when someone rushed past, knocking the paper from her hands. She scrambled to pick it up, before the person responsable could see it.
Rebecca frowned and stood, "You idiot" she snarled as she saw the long blotch of ink on the paper. She would have to re write it later. She took a deep breath, and tried to forget about it, she pulled the hood of her cape back up and crumbled the paper in her hand, she pushed her quill into her pocket and retrieved her wand in its stead. She looked at the bench she had been sitting on, to see the leaking red ink dripping off the bench from the ink pot like blood, that brought a rather sadisitic smile to her face.
