Post by Bellatrix Black on Jun 20, 2006 15:29:23 GMT -5
Bellatrix sat at a table sucking her quill abscently an untouched glass of butterbeer in front of her. She'd been writing a letter to mother but found herself stuck upont he first line,
Dear Mother,
All's well...
Maybe she could just write, "your loving daughter" and leave it at that. Truth was not alot interesting had been happening to her so far this year. It was just class, homework and insulting Hufflepuffs.
She sighed taking a sip of her drink before dipping her quill in her blood red ink and scrawling a few more words and returning to her position of sataring out the window thinking of what to write.
Dear Mother,
All's well...
Maybe she could just write, "your loving daughter" and leave it at that. Truth was not alot interesting had been happening to her so far this year. It was just class, homework and insulting Hufflepuffs.
She sighed taking a sip of her drink before dipping her quill in her blood red ink and scrawling a few more words and returning to her position of sataring out the window thinking of what to write.
