Post by Bai on Feb 8, 2008 18:03:20 GMT -5
ooc: Join if you can find a place...But it's open to anyone ^^
bic: "HOLY SHIT!" could be heard every few seconds from a small, one story old style house. It looked more like it was built in the twenties with its old fashioned windows and doors, though inside it was more modern and magical. The living room had a few items of clothing tossed carelessly onto the furniture and the dinning room table. The walls were a beige color that was a little lighter than the color of the outside of the house. Though today this house wasn't as peaceful as it seemed as a little blonde girl running back and forth through the house trying to undo any jinx's on every mirror, because something wasn't right here.
"What the HELL!" the girl screamed again, throwing a little hand mirror across the room so it hit the hall. She looked about the age of elven with silvery blonde hair that fell to her middle back. "Clam down Abby....This is just a nightmare..." she muttered to herself, closing her brown eyes tight. She opened them again, picked up the shattered mirror only to scream and toss out the front door, slamming it closed.
Abby Weasley was now elven years of age again. When most women say they want to be young again they mostly mean sixteen not ELVEN. SOMETHING was wrong here. She fell to the floor, laying with her back on the ground and her hands over her eyes. She was elven again. Wasn't she ALREADY elven. Last night she was twenty-three. It's kind of hard to go to sleep twenty-three and wake up elven. Someone wanted her to kill herself.
bic: "HOLY SHIT!" could be heard every few seconds from a small, one story old style house. It looked more like it was built in the twenties with its old fashioned windows and doors, though inside it was more modern and magical. The living room had a few items of clothing tossed carelessly onto the furniture and the dinning room table. The walls were a beige color that was a little lighter than the color of the outside of the house. Though today this house wasn't as peaceful as it seemed as a little blonde girl running back and forth through the house trying to undo any jinx's on every mirror, because something wasn't right here.
"What the HELL!" the girl screamed again, throwing a little hand mirror across the room so it hit the hall. She looked about the age of elven with silvery blonde hair that fell to her middle back. "Clam down Abby....This is just a nightmare..." she muttered to herself, closing her brown eyes tight. She opened them again, picked up the shattered mirror only to scream and toss out the front door, slamming it closed.
Abby Weasley was now elven years of age again. When most women say they want to be young again they mostly mean sixteen not ELVEN. SOMETHING was wrong here. She fell to the floor, laying with her back on the ground and her hands over her eyes. She was elven again. Wasn't she ALREADY elven. Last night she was twenty-three. It's kind of hard to go to sleep twenty-three and wake up elven. Someone wanted her to kill herself.