It WAS a beautiful day outside, very pretty in fact. And so Faith was off with her book. Not a Ravenclaw to be trapped inside, Faith had gathered up some books, and even a notebook or two, and made her way to the grounds. Dressed in short shorts, and a tank top, Faith looked the opposite of a normal Ravenclaw. The only thing that made her stand out as a Ravenclaw was the blue bow in her bright red hair. Faith's legs were insanely long as well, so her shorts made her look all the taller, and she made her way to the lake as usual.
Without really paying attention, Faith headed towards the lake, but then stopped, looked around, and then changed direction, heading straight towards the Whomping Willow, a good ole tale that included Werewolves and Harry Potter himself. It was rumored you could take a passage from beneath the willow all the way to Honeydukes and back. But it was hard to get in, and impossible to get past the swinging branches of the tree. Faith found a tree not to far from the murderous willow, and set her stuff down. In one fluid motion, she laid down on her back next to the smaller tree, and she swung her long legs up, letting them cross midair, and then she leaned them against the bark of the tree, laying on her back so she was looking up at the branches. Then she dug into her bag, pulled out a book, and started to read, the book held above her head, she looked ridiculous, but she was comfortable.
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