vote for one but not your own.

POST 1

Wait, what? Did that girl just compliment her hair? In a bathroom, of all places? As Leia turned to face the girl, she was contemplating on how to react. At first, she was flattered but at the same time not at all surprised. Of course her hair looked amazing. Her hair always and always would look amazing; it was a simple fact. This girl's hair was... okay, to put it lightly. Sure, she had the original red-head deal going, but it sort of clashed with the red on her robes.

"Thanks, I suppose." Leia slowly accepted the compliment, though couldn't resist putting a bit of tongue into it. "It always does." Leia was about to turn again to head into the restroom before she remembered, "Oh, and I'm Leia. Leia Burlock."


POST 2

Lizzy had been wandering around the school grounds for hours now and she yet had to discover something new and spectacular on this school. She didn’t like her non Italian background and her French accent proved it. Her grey eyes looked at the blooming trees, students studying in the sun because of the gorgeous weather yet the news of war between Italy and Britain made it to the student dormitories. Lizzy wasn’t scared but the thought of people going to war and destroying this school made her wanting to move back to France. Another worry of hers is Pan, she loved her cousin and she didn’t want to see her hurt but somehow she didn’t feel like that’s the case.

Pan getting hurt is like trying to break a brick wall with our own hands. Lizzy respected her a lot but also feared that the short fuse they both possessed might be their doom. The pink haired girl made her way down to a tree where she hid under and grabbed her sketchbook hoping to be able to work things out. She also held onto a piece of parchment where she would be able to write her mother. The young witch started drawing an owl she noticed sitting in a tree across from the one she was sitting under and because of it being asleep it was easy to spot it an draw its features.

Being an artist isn’t what Lizzy was looking for but it is something she would love to do in her private time, like now for instance. Her pencil touched the paper with kindness and a gentle touch as the big owl was being portrayed by her own hands. Lizzy found comfort in drawing, it made her feel so much better because it felt good to this for herself. Her own heart loved this and she couldn’t imagine doing anything else for a hobby than this. She saw people playing with stones and some played chess but Lizzy rather drew something.