7 Mar 2019, 03:28
Writing a letter
It was Sunday and Jade realised she still hadn't written to her parents. So Jade put her long, grey cardigan on over her dress and leggings. She went out side (She always wrote outside as the fresh air made it easier to think) and looked for somewhere to write. "I need somewhere where no one will be, somewhere comfortable. How about the Quidditch pitch, I doubt there will be anyone there as It's a very cold and foggy evening."
So Jade set off for the Quidditch pitch, when she got there she looked around the Quidditch pitch and couldn't see anyone. Well, I can't see anyone, but the fogs very thick so there might be someone out there, oh well, if I can't see them they can't see me. Jade thought. And with that she went into the stands and picked a seat. she took out some parchment and some ink and a quill form her leather satchel.
Jade then took out her headphones and Ipod and pressed play on Dust Cowl Dance by Mumford & Sons. "The young man stands on the edge of his porch, the days were short and the father was gone. There was no one in the town and no one in the field, this dusty barren land had given all it could yield" Jade sang the first verse, remembering a place in Canada she had once visited. Well, I've got to start somewhere. Dear Mom and Dad, I was sorted in Hufflepuff. Jade thought writing on the parchment.
So Jade set off for the Quidditch pitch, when she got there she looked around the Quidditch pitch and couldn't see anyone. Well, I can't see anyone, but the fogs very thick so there might be someone out there, oh well, if I can't see them they can't see me. Jade thought. And with that she went into the stands and picked a seat. she took out some parchment and some ink and a quill form her leather satchel.
Jade then took out her headphones and Ipod and pressed play on Dust Cowl Dance by Mumford & Sons. "The young man stands on the edge of his porch, the days were short and the father was gone. There was no one in the town and no one in the field, this dusty barren land had given all it could yield" Jade sang the first verse, remembering a place in Canada she had once visited. Well, I've got to start somewhere. Dear Mom and Dad, I was sorted in Hufflepuff. Jade thought writing on the parchment.
"Every Rose has it's thorns, thats why you have to treat them with care" ~Jade Ocean Rose Murphy
8 Mar 2019, 12:41
Writing a letter
Blake was wandering somewhere on the school round aimlessly, she ended up wandering near the quidditch pitch some how. It wasn’t normal for Blake to wandering outside of Hogwarts, she had never been the type of person who likes to walk and just enjoy the natural. She always spent her time doing or learning something new, always live so fast even though she was just an eleven years old kid. Beside, unlike other kid who had something to think of, when she was doing nothing, she wouldn’t even mind think of anything. Life were just always like that to her, until she met Rudolfa, the only thing Blake could think of is about Rudolfa. The same was happing now, when she was wandering by the quidditch pitch, thinking about the letter Rudolfa sent.
Her hair flew freely with the refreshing morning wind, her weird purple eyes glowed through the thick fog. Blake was wearing a simple white silk dress and another thin layer of white lace scarf despite the frozen cold of the Scottish Highland morning just to hide her bare shoulder. Blake was just wondering about if her clothe is propriate since everyone else seem to wear normal school robe even in weekends. She suddenly heard a foreign voice singing a familiar song. Blake walked toward the stand, from a distance, she saw a small figure sitting alone through the fog, she seems to be writing something and humming a song. Blake moved toward the blondie quiet like the morning wind, the other girl seems like she was too focus on writing that she didn’t even knew that Blake was coming toward her.
“Hello sweetheart, what’re you doin’ here in the morning so soon?” Blake smiled to the other, tried to show them the friendliness Rudolfa taught her to show people.
Her hair flew freely with the refreshing morning wind, her weird purple eyes glowed through the thick fog. Blake was wearing a simple white silk dress and another thin layer of white lace scarf despite the frozen cold of the Scottish Highland morning just to hide her bare shoulder. Blake was just wondering about if her clothe is propriate since everyone else seem to wear normal school robe even in weekends. She suddenly heard a foreign voice singing a familiar song. Blake walked toward the stand, from a distance, she saw a small figure sitting alone through the fog, she seems to be writing something and humming a song. Blake moved toward the blondie quiet like the morning wind, the other girl seems like she was too focus on writing that she didn’t even knew that Blake was coming toward her.
“Hello sweetheart, what’re you doin’ here in the morning so soon?” Blake smiled to the other, tried to show them the friendliness Rudolfa taught her to show people.
10 Mar 2019, 22:15
Writing a letter
As Jade was writing she became aware of another girl standing next to her. "Oh hi, I'm writing a letter to my parents, I find the early morning air helps. Would you like to take a seat?" Jade replied, then, noticing the girls clothing. "Are you sure you're warm enough in that, it is rather cold out here."
Jade herself was wearing a black and red polka-dot dress under a large white knitted coat and Red Doc Martens. It reminded her of home, after all her Mom had knitted it. Jade missed her parents dearly. They were the only ones who really understood her, or at least they understood her the most. No one had ever really understood her in the past.
At that moment Jade realised she still had her pen hanging over her paper and seeing as there was someone here now Jade decided to put it back in her bag. So he rolled up the parchment and put it along with the ink and quill back in her bag. Then she realised she still had her headphones on so she quickly took them off and put them in her bag too.
Realising Jade still hadn't introduced herself she added "I'm Jade by the way, Jade Murphy"
Jade herself was wearing a black and red polka-dot dress under a large white knitted coat and Red Doc Martens. It reminded her of home, after all her Mom had knitted it. Jade missed her parents dearly. They were the only ones who really understood her, or at least they understood her the most. No one had ever really understood her in the past.
At that moment Jade realised she still had her pen hanging over her paper and seeing as there was someone here now Jade decided to put it back in her bag. So he rolled up the parchment and put it along with the ink and quill back in her bag. Then she realised she still had her headphones on so she quickly took them off and put them in her bag too.
Realising Jade still hadn't introduced herself she added "I'm Jade by the way, Jade Murphy"
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"Every Rose has it's thorns, thats why you have to treat them with care" ~Jade Ocean Rose Murphy
13 Mar 2019, 16:43
Writing a letter
"I'm fine, don't worry!" Blake said, she loves the morning breeze although it actually freeze her brain a little bit, but it's refreshing so she didn't mind the cold
She tried took a fast sneaky glance at the letter Jade was putting away, she knew looking at people's personal stuffs is rude, impolite, bad overall, that was why she did it making sure no one realised what she did, duh. Normal moral code didn't work for her, any other lower moral codes would never bother her anyway...
"Blake, Blake Lilith" She said as she scanned at Jade's clothes, she looked cute and quite fashionable with her ladybug dress and and long knitted coat, she makes Blake felt like she was in a warm fireplace with a hot cup of coffee in her hand instead of wandering in the early morning without a proper coat.
"If you was doing something then do it, don't let me bother" Blake said, but then decided to ask the girl "What was the song you were singing? It sounds really nice" Blake did heard this song somewhere, maybe in some coffee shop or something. She began to tied her fluffy hair into a big messy bun on her head
She tried took a fast sneaky glance at the letter Jade was putting away, she knew looking at people's personal stuffs is rude, impolite, bad overall, that was why she did it making sure no one realised what she did, duh. Normal moral code didn't work for her, any other lower moral codes would never bother her anyway...
"Blake, Blake Lilith" She said as she scanned at Jade's clothes, she looked cute and quite fashionable with her ladybug dress and and long knitted coat, she makes Blake felt like she was in a warm fireplace with a hot cup of coffee in her hand instead of wandering in the early morning without a proper coat.
"If you was doing something then do it, don't let me bother" Blake said, but then decided to ask the girl "What was the song you were singing? It sounds really nice" Blake did heard this song somewhere, maybe in some coffee shop or something. She began to tied her fluffy hair into a big messy bun on her head
22 Mar 2019, 01:57
Writing a letter
"I was singing Dust Bowl Dance by Mumford And Sons, it's a muggle song so you might not know it" Jade replied smiling.
"Do you watch quidditch? Just wondering seeing as your on the quidditch pitch." Jade asked. She knew that Blake could have merely been looking for some place to be alone or just walking. But she decided that a little conversation couldn't hurt.
Jade looked across the pitch, the fog was starting to clear a bit and Jade could see the closest hoop now.
"I don't suppose you know when the next match is? I haven't seen one yet and from what I hear the teams are quite good this year." Jade wondered aloud. She had always loved the idea of quidditch, even if her parents had never let her on a broom. She knew they had their reasons but it didn't mean it bugged her any less.
I can't wait fro flying lessons, well, so long as I don't fall off. Nah, that'l never happen, not with my balance. And yet if my hands are wet they could slide right off the broom... Jade thought fiddling with a stray strand of hair.
"Do you watch quidditch? Just wondering seeing as your on the quidditch pitch." Jade asked. She knew that Blake could have merely been looking for some place to be alone or just walking. But she decided that a little conversation couldn't hurt.
Jade looked across the pitch, the fog was starting to clear a bit and Jade could see the closest hoop now.
"I don't suppose you know when the next match is? I haven't seen one yet and from what I hear the teams are quite good this year." Jade wondered aloud. She had always loved the idea of quidditch, even if her parents had never let her on a broom. She knew they had their reasons but it didn't mean it bugged her any less.
I can't wait fro flying lessons, well, so long as I don't fall off. Nah, that'l never happen, not with my balance. And yet if my hands are wet they could slide right off the broom... Jade thought fiddling with a stray strand of hair.
"Every Rose has it's thorns, thats why you have to treat them with care" ~Jade Ocean Rose Murphy