Post by MILLA JORDAN GREENGRASS on Oct 24, 2011 14:37:22 GMT -5
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE
RUNNING 'ROUND LEAVING SCARS
COLLECTING YOUR JAR OF HEARTS
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Milla could have sworn that she had never seen this room before. She had just only paced the corridor, looking for a place to let off steam, and suddenly, there had been a door, looking suspicious. Suspicious, because doors were not normally supposed to simply appear out of nowhere. Then again, this was Hogwarts; what would be considered normal at all? Well, no matter the circumstances; she was now in a room which contained a lot of breakable objects - some of which she had already smashed - and, weirdly, paint. Milla had stood in front of it cluelessly for a moment, before putting both her hands in and starting to sprinkle the walls and floor with color like a madman. She already fancied this room.
After a while, all the anger had gone. Anger which had accumulated because of a howler that had arrived for her this morning, telling her off for about everything she was in front of the whole school. A howler which would definitely not help her in becoming more social than she was, with people pointing and grinning, or laughing loudly, in the case of some seventh-year Slytherins.
Maybe somebody was sick in the hospital wing this morning. They may still be my friend, Milla thought dryly. She let herself fall onto her back. Her arms were covered in color up to her elbows, and her chest was heaving. The Ravenclaw really wanted to throw in a chewing gum - her weakness - but even Milla realized that she would end up with very colorful teeth. She fished in her pocket for the packet, and carefully started to press a gum out over her mouth, intending to catch it without touching it. It was like trying to hit a bludger, only less straining.YOU'RE GONNA CATCH A COLD
FROM THE ICE INSIDE YOUR SOUL
SO DON'T COME BACK FOR ME
Lyrics: Christina Perri
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