Post by Pat Connelly on Dec 14, 2008 20:06:52 GMT -5
Pat came into the entrance hall and took off her gloves. It was chilly outside and she hadn't had much fun on the deserted quiddich field just flying in circles. She hadn't met anyone yet since arriving and wished she hadn't transfered at such an odd time of year. The castle was much warmer than outside, so she took off her beenie and let her wavy blond hair tumble across her shoulders.
