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Post by CASEY HOLLOWAY on Apr 12, 2012 19:50:29 GMT -5
Lunchtime had to be Casey's favorite time of day. Not because there was food all around, but because she would get an hour or two to do whatever she wanted. Not necessarily the meanest Slytherin around nor the nicest, Casey knew what she wanted and how to get it - 95% of the time. Dressed in her school uniform, Casey left Potions to climb to the Great Hall, before pausing in her steps. She had at least two hours to kill before she had to go to Transfiguration.
So, Casey headed for .... well, she didn't really know where she was going to go. She just wanted to walk. Casey left the ground floor and headed for the stairs, brushing past students without a second glance backwards. Her hair was curled into tight ringlets and she had on minimal make-up; her dark chocolate colored eyes ringed with slight eyeliner, and chestnut colored eyeshadow on her lids. Casey knew she looked good, and was going to strut her stuff.
Landing on the fourth floor, she stopped and glanced around. There was nothing here, only one or two classrooms, and then that was it. Casey pouted; bored and slightly too far from the Great Hall now, she sat down on one of the benches and sighed, rubbing her temples. She should have just sulked in the Great Hall.
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