Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jun 5, 2010 22:07:18 GMT -5
Celyn had no intention to attend. In fact in the last minute when everyone was clearing out of the common room, she was swept away by the crowd and found herself at the festival. Celyn managed to avoid people and eventually found herself in 'The Healing Field'.
There was no one here, just the odd couple, holding hands and walking around chatting. Every once in a while she would see some students sitting around alone looking shy and clutching something like a book or a sketchbook to keep themselves busy. It was such a good idea, she could have drawn this event, but she could always do that later or tomorrow.
Finding an empty bench, she sat down and lean back; her eyes fixed on the sky. And in a split second Celyn's face had a hint of a smile. Why? She wasn't quite sure, but she didn't need an excuse or a reason to smile; she just did.
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