Post by kris on Jan 24, 2005 20:57:37 GMT
((ooc - I just felt like writing something like this. No reply is necessary. It was written on a spur of the moment and I liked it. Hope you don't mind))
Kris raised his eyes as the owls flew in. He found his dark-brown eagle-owl easily, as he circled the Hufflepuff table, before dropping the little parcel and letter it was carrying in front of Jordan. Kris some-what liekd the girl for her character, otherwise he had chosen some roses or chocolate, besides the stuff he had sent.
Kris smiled lightly, recalling what the letter had said, as Jordan opened it and started to read.
“I knew, you wouldn’t accept money, so take this is a ‘thank you’ gesture. Meredith loved the painting and it’s up hanging in her and her husbands store on the wizarding Alley behind the Eiffel Tower. I’m in good marks for at least a month.
The stone is a fairy-stone. And no – it’s not made from the muggle dish-washing substance. According to myths it’s supposed to bring joy to its wearer and give hope. I don’t have a clue, if it’s correct, as I just liked the trinket and the stone was nicely warm to the touch.
Have a nice day and do smile a little. Come on – I can almost see the lip-corner twitching and wanting to turn into a small smile. Just a little bit more. There you go – didn’t hurt, did it?”<br>
The fiary-stone had caught Kris’s eye in the Hogsmeade and he had bought t. It consisted of a deep-blue stone, with a some-what of a spark in it, that only showed at the right angle. The stone was fitted into silver crooks, that held it strongly in it’s place and a strong silver-chain. The neck-lace was handy-work and it was strong, made to last. The craftsmen-ship in which a small rune, meaning hope was made, wasn’t the most sensitive, but the neck-lace had an aura of old wisdom and grace.
Kris hadn’t signed the note, but he guessed Jordan would know it was from him. So he just watched the girl from his position at the Slytherin table and as Jordan looked up for a moment and for a small moment green locked with brown. Kris raised his goblet as a small greeting, before averting his eyes back to the package he had got from his legal guardians.
Kris raised his eyes as the owls flew in. He found his dark-brown eagle-owl easily, as he circled the Hufflepuff table, before dropping the little parcel and letter it was carrying in front of Jordan. Kris some-what liekd the girl for her character, otherwise he had chosen some roses or chocolate, besides the stuff he had sent.
Kris smiled lightly, recalling what the letter had said, as Jordan opened it and started to read.
“I knew, you wouldn’t accept money, so take this is a ‘thank you’ gesture. Meredith loved the painting and it’s up hanging in her and her husbands store on the wizarding Alley behind the Eiffel Tower. I’m in good marks for at least a month.
The stone is a fairy-stone. And no – it’s not made from the muggle dish-washing substance. According to myths it’s supposed to bring joy to its wearer and give hope. I don’t have a clue, if it’s correct, as I just liked the trinket and the stone was nicely warm to the touch.
Have a nice day and do smile a little. Come on – I can almost see the lip-corner twitching and wanting to turn into a small smile. Just a little bit more. There you go – didn’t hurt, did it?”<br>
The fiary-stone had caught Kris’s eye in the Hogsmeade and he had bought t. It consisted of a deep-blue stone, with a some-what of a spark in it, that only showed at the right angle. The stone was fitted into silver crooks, that held it strongly in it’s place and a strong silver-chain. The neck-lace was handy-work and it was strong, made to last. The craftsmen-ship in which a small rune, meaning hope was made, wasn’t the most sensitive, but the neck-lace had an aura of old wisdom and grace.
Kris hadn’t signed the note, but he guessed Jordan would know it was from him. So he just watched the girl from his position at the Slytherin table and as Jordan looked up for a moment and for a small moment green locked with brown. Kris raised his goblet as a small greeting, before averting his eyes back to the package he had got from his legal guardians.
