Post by Ashley Hill on Feb 26, 2005 19:11:22 GMT
Ashley pulled her long brown hair up into a messy pony tail and eyed the food as her stomach began to rumple. Today was a Wednesday and all the students had Transfurmation that day and Defense against the dark arts. Both classes were not Ashley’s favorite but she still played attention. One thing that she learned from home was to always study. When ever her father was not home she would lock herself in her room and read books. It normally calmed her down a little but she still wanted more, and going to the pool was a different no. Ashley is very scared of water thanks to a terrible incident. But she didn’t let that turn her down or always put it on her mind, but she was glad to still be here today. All thanks to that wonderful dog who she now loves more than ever.
Picking up some mashed potato on her plate she began to dig in. Ashley was eaten a lot, but still gained no weight. She was perfectly shinny and healthy. Her doctors says that she has a fast system and which is why she is always hyper or on the edge. Tapping her foot on the ground she collected some snacks. Picking up a chocolate cup cake and two cookies she made her way to the Hufflepuff common room. It was a little late at night but just the right time to read. Ashley most favorite book in the world had to be Black Beauty. The book was told in first person about this one horse that had a terrible past. His name was beauty and went through so many bad memories. The book made Ashley cry and feel sorry for the horse. Ashley was a horse lover but Elina was afraid of horses and her mother thought of it UN satiated. OK that was strange but Ashley stilled loved the animals very much.
After entering the common room she sat down in a chair by the fire. A shiver went up her spine and sent a chill through out her body. The common room was a little cold but maybe it was the fact that something felt wrong. Was there anything wrong she did not know? Trying to smile she brought her feet up onto a stool she took out her book. Snuggling more into the chair Ashley opened her book up to the first page. She was going to read the book over again since it was so good the first time.
My Early Home
The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end. Over the hedge on one side we looked into a plowed field, and on the other we looked over a gate at our master's house, which stood by the roadside; at the top of the meadow was a grove of fir trees, and at the bottom a running brook overhung by a steep bank.
While I was young I lived upon my mother's milk, as I could not eat grass. In the daytime I ran by her side, and at night I lay down close by her. When it was hot we used to stand by the pond in the shade of the trees, and when it was cold we had a nice warm shed near the grove.
As soon as I was old enough to eat grass my mother used to go out to work in the daytime, and come back in the evening.
There were six young colts in the meadow besides me; they were older than I was; some were nearly as large as grown-up horses. I used to run with them, and had great fun; we used to gallop all together round and round the field as hard as we could go. Sometimes we had rather rough play, for they would frequently bite and kick as well as gallop.
One day, when there was a good deal of kicking, my mother whinnied to me to come to her, and then she said:
"I wish you to pay attention to what I am going to say to you. The colts who live here are very good colts, but they are cart-horse colts, and of course they have not learned manners. You have been well-bred and well-born; your father has a great name in these parts, and your grandfather won the cup two years at the Newmarket races; your grandmother had the sweetest temper of any horse I ever knew, and I think you have never seen me kick or bite. I hope you will grow up gentle and good, and never learn bad ways; do your work with a good will, lift your feet up well when you trot, and never bite or kick even in play."
I have never forgotten my mother's advice; I knew she was a wise old horse, and our master thought a great deal of her. Her name was Duchess, but he often called her Pet.
Her light blue eyes scanned the page with interest. The book was already pulling her into its depths. Maybe she could not get out. Reading on she did not hear the sounds of the portrait hole swinging open as more students entered the room. All Ashley was interested in was what may be on the second page.
((Black Beauty page three.))
Picking up some mashed potato on her plate she began to dig in. Ashley was eaten a lot, but still gained no weight. She was perfectly shinny and healthy. Her doctors says that she has a fast system and which is why she is always hyper or on the edge. Tapping her foot on the ground she collected some snacks. Picking up a chocolate cup cake and two cookies she made her way to the Hufflepuff common room. It was a little late at night but just the right time to read. Ashley most favorite book in the world had to be Black Beauty. The book was told in first person about this one horse that had a terrible past. His name was beauty and went through so many bad memories. The book made Ashley cry and feel sorry for the horse. Ashley was a horse lover but Elina was afraid of horses and her mother thought of it UN satiated. OK that was strange but Ashley stilled loved the animals very much.
After entering the common room she sat down in a chair by the fire. A shiver went up her spine and sent a chill through out her body. The common room was a little cold but maybe it was the fact that something felt wrong. Was there anything wrong she did not know? Trying to smile she brought her feet up onto a stool she took out her book. Snuggling more into the chair Ashley opened her book up to the first page. She was going to read the book over again since it was so good the first time.
My Early Home
The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end. Over the hedge on one side we looked into a plowed field, and on the other we looked over a gate at our master's house, which stood by the roadside; at the top of the meadow was a grove of fir trees, and at the bottom a running brook overhung by a steep bank.
While I was young I lived upon my mother's milk, as I could not eat grass. In the daytime I ran by her side, and at night I lay down close by her. When it was hot we used to stand by the pond in the shade of the trees, and when it was cold we had a nice warm shed near the grove.
As soon as I was old enough to eat grass my mother used to go out to work in the daytime, and come back in the evening.
There were six young colts in the meadow besides me; they were older than I was; some were nearly as large as grown-up horses. I used to run with them, and had great fun; we used to gallop all together round and round the field as hard as we could go. Sometimes we had rather rough play, for they would frequently bite and kick as well as gallop.
One day, when there was a good deal of kicking, my mother whinnied to me to come to her, and then she said:
"I wish you to pay attention to what I am going to say to you. The colts who live here are very good colts, but they are cart-horse colts, and of course they have not learned manners. You have been well-bred and well-born; your father has a great name in these parts, and your grandfather won the cup two years at the Newmarket races; your grandmother had the sweetest temper of any horse I ever knew, and I think you have never seen me kick or bite. I hope you will grow up gentle and good, and never learn bad ways; do your work with a good will, lift your feet up well when you trot, and never bite or kick even in play."
I have never forgotten my mother's advice; I knew she was a wise old horse, and our master thought a great deal of her. Her name was Duchess, but he often called her Pet.
Her light blue eyes scanned the page with interest. The book was already pulling her into its depths. Maybe she could not get out. Reading on she did not hear the sounds of the portrait hole swinging open as more students entered the room. All Ashley was interested in was what may be on the second page.
((Black Beauty page three.))
