Andromeda Black (chainedprincess) wrote in causing_mayhem,
Andromeda Black


Andi was sitting in he usual spot at the end of the 7th floor hall where no one ever seemed to go. She had a roll of parchment sitting in front of her and a quill in her hand. The parchment had a few lyrics scribbled on it with lines through them. Andi had intended to write about her life. She had written a few lines about her love for a muggle-born and her engagement to a boy with greasy hair who never seemed to shower, but it all came out as a 'whiny crap' not a real song. What Andi really needed was someone to talk to. She stood up and balled up her roll of parchment, tucking it in her pocket until she could find a trash can to throw it in. She made her way down to the end of the hall and then turned left. Eventually, she squeezed into a crowd of people who were rushing down the hall to dinner. Andi followed the crowd toward the dining hall while looking around for someone, anyone, to talk to.
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