Isabelle Flint
Slytherin
7th Year
Never going to be Daddy's Little Girl...
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Post by Isabelle Flint on Oct 2, 2006 12:31:01 GMT -5
The long blades of grass tickled against her skin, as she lay on her stomach. Her hand was curved around her shin, her left elbow supporting her head. Glossy black curls brushed her shoulder’s as they fell around her. A white halter neck covered her upper figure, the hem off the garment stopping a centre meter or two above the hem of her dark denim skirt in order to show a section of her flat stomach. However as the female was lying on her stomach, a section of her smooth back could be seen instead. Her black heels lay to one side, leaving her feet bare. A black leather handbag nearby, had tipped on to its side, a tube of clear lip-gloss and packet of bubblegum most predominant of the items spilling out. Pale blue eyes travelled down the page, taking in the information. Charms wasn't really Izzy's thing but she didn't want to fail, and it was far better to revise out in the sunshine than in the must Library.
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