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Post by Davina Sage on Aug 26, 2007 20:12:52 GMT -5
Davina quietly made her way through Hogsmeade, avoiding the huge crowds that contained drama, gossip, and the occasional word like. Maybe she was being stereotypical, but she tried to remove herself from all the nasty stares and globs of makeup that threatened to run when a little rain showered down in little beads.
She waved to one of the girls who was smiling madly as words spilled from her mouth in huge run-ons. So, there were people that had a good heart, just not a good sense of blush, eyeliner, or cover-up. That's why Davina cringed if she even saw a tube of mascara. She was fine with a little bit of lip gloss and she was good to go.
Her eyes flicked toward an abandoned shack, looming in the gray sky menacingly.She immediately halted her pace and leaned close to the fence. She narrowed her eyes to peer closer to the run down place that seemed as though it was about to crumble.
She couldn't help but smile a bit. She heard all those ghost stories that surrounded the little shack. Never once did she believe any of them. She always believed in the supernatural, she was a witch after all, but vengeful ghosts in a decrepit building never sparked interest. Plus, most people told the younger kids just to frighten them.
Davina always loved the little shack. She never really knew the reason, but it made her feel less guilty.
She could picture that it was once a homely place, inhabiting those who needed sanctuary, or who were just lost souls walking the earth.
In her eyes, it would never just be a run down shack.
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