Posted by: picca on: June 9, 2007
Kiyone paused, sighing as she rubbed the sweat off her brow with a long black sleeve. She pulled down the remaining laundry, folding it neatly into the basket at her feet, and stood back as a refreshing breeze blew by.
Taking a long stretch, she listened to the air rustling gently through the trees. [...]
Posted by: picca on: June 4, 2007
She rushed up the stairs, trying to keep a large stack of papers from toppling out of her arms and attempting to not trip at the same time. Her mind raced as she remembered the franticness with which Professor Flitwick had shoved them in her direction.
“Quick, Miss Moonfield, quick! Professor McGonagall needs these right away!” [...]
Posted by: picca on: June 3, 2007
They moved swiftly through the dark forest. They had taken care of the intruders quickly enough; unarmed, slow humans were no match for their speed.
But as they traveled back to the village, something caught one of the warrior’s eye – or more, his ear. He slowed to a stop instantly, and made his way [...]
Posted by: picca on: June 1, 2007
Dear Mother,
Did you know? Your daughter is lonely.
Not all the time, of course. Just once in a while.
But when she is, she hates every minute of it. It goes against every fiber of her being. Every little thing you ever taught her.
Being a “strong woman”. Not needing a man. Treating life like an ice cream [...]
Posted by: picca on: June 1, 2007
A bag split open, books flying everywhere. Gasping, the girl carrying the leftover shreds skidded to a stop and turned to dash back to her scattered books and parchments. As she rushed to gather them all before her next class, she heard a noise coming from the door across the hall.
Glancing up, she squinted towards [...]
