Looking at the street and passing witches and wizards, she wondered what to do next. She just came from an ice cream shop and before that she visited the graveyard for no reason. Her real parents were buried in Transilvanya,bher homeland, not here, in England. It was sad, though. Miseria figured that they'd really like it in here.
She wandered trough the shadows and she even saw the burial of another wizard. They had a beautiful statue for him. Probabally someone "great and powerful" as always.
Mis looked at her vanilla ice cream. It was starting to melt but she never took a bite of it. Actually she had no idea why she even got that ice cream at the first placE. Perhaps just to waste her money and ime on unnecessary things.
She noticed how some passing wizards were lookingnat her. She had to agree that she was indeed looking rather odd. It wasn't the warmest day of aummer so she decided to put on her favourite black cloak. Under that, as always, she wore black jeabs and a T. And yet, looking as a death eater, and a lot of likeq Bellatrix Lestrange wi her curly and messed up hair, she was still holding her melting ice cream in her arms instead of her wand.
by Miseria Lupin Tue Jul 10, 2012 5:51 am