a bright sun shiny day

Fleur Walked throw london. She wore a pretty blue dress with a light jacket over it. her long blonde hair reaching down her back. most guys turned to staer at her as she walke by and the sun shone on her face.

The English weather was too good to pass up. Phaedra picked out a pretty spring dress and threw it on. She didn’t do much to her hair; instead choosing to just brush it and put a few grips in it. She picked up her quilted messenger bag and put a book inside. She left her house and made sure to lock the front door before walking down the steps and heading into London. Her sandals made funny clip-clop noises against the pavement but it wasn’t an unpleasant sound. Phaedra walked to one of the parks near her home and opened the gate. She walked inside and took up residence under one of the apple trees there. She put her bag down and looked up to see a ripe, juicy apple hanging from one of the branches. She clapped her hands and the apple fell from the branch. She caught it and rubbed it against the skirt of her dress before biting into it.

Phaedra took her book out of her bag and opened it from where she had left off. She put the bookmark on the floor beside her feet and bit into the apple again. Her eyes drifted down to the elegantly presented words that were printed onto the paper and she began to read, taking in the information that the author was giving the reader. She’d read the book many times and the name on the spine had long since worn off. She bit some more of the apple and leaned against the tree as her eyes flicked across the pages in the book. The day was perfect. She hadn’t thought in a million years back in Greece that she would have found herself under an apple tree in England within a few weeks. Things like that didn’t happen to her. Although, evidently they did.

Fleur desided to walk throw the park. as she walked she didn't really look where she was going and tirped over a bag that was lain on the ground. then when she saw what had happened she looked at the owner of the bag and said "i am so very sorry."

And so, with one final blow it ended and the street was silent. It was as if nothing had happened. The dead looked like dolls, so perfect and so undamaged. It was as if they had just been deposited there and had yet to have life breathed into them. Tears flooded her eyes and- Phaedra’s reading was cut off when she heard a voice near to her and she looked up to see a woman with blonde hair looking incredibly apologetic. Phaedra put her bookmark inside the book and closed it. She pulled her bag a little closer to her and smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” She said pleasantly although she was secretly wondering why the woman didn’t see the bag. It wasn’t hard to spot – it wasn’t as if it blended in with the grass.

"i should pay more attintion to where imm going." she siad pulling her long blone hair over her sholder as her accent was rather distenct. and a few guys looked her way.

Phaedra put her book back in her bag and studied the woman before her. She figured that the woman must have been a half-Veela. The good looks gave that much away but she’d aged and had long since lost some of the youthful beauty that the Veelas were known for. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t exceptionally beautiful any more but she had aged and matured which changed her features. She definitely didn’t have the regal beauty that she once must have had. Phaedra nodded slowly. “Yes.” She said after a few moments. “Perhaps you should.” She didn’t know if the woman was fishing for compliments or what but she decided to agree with her. At least she could stay out of line of fire that way.

OOC: Umm...could you maybe post a bit more? Just to give me more to work with and could you watch your spelling?

OOC: sorry my spelling is that wonderful and ill try i was just in a hurry befor because i was needing to get off for family stuff.

"I'm Fleur," She said then looked up at the sky. not nowing what exactly to say after triping over someones bag in a park. "its a quite a butiful day. What was the book you where reading?" she asked still not knowing what to say. a few clouds Floated in the sky hiding the sun for a second befor moveing again. casting sadows across peoples faces befor the warmness of the sun disappered as Fleur ran her hand throw her hair a few times

“Phaedra.” She said simply. Obviously it was Fleur Delacour from the Tri-Wizard Tournament of ’95. Plus, the accent sort of gave it away. Phaedra dropped her arms onto her lap and called another apple down to her. She caught it and bit into it before glancing at the woman. “Quite.” She agreed, glancing up at the sky. “Nothing particularly important, a local writer.”

"oh are they any good at what they do?" She asked she didn't read much though she did alot of other things. then she started to giggle at a squrrale gathering nuts. she found it funny how they cheeked to see if the nut was any good befor going to store it way for the winter months. an the birds started to sing their mary little songs.