Hey Every one. This is just something I cameing up eith of my english class. I was thinking about Hermione as I wrote it so..
I do not own Harry Potter. If I did I would be a very rich women in the U.K.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Her buckle shoes rang out into the night as she hurried down the stone steps to get out of the rain. She held her books closer to her as her look up at the street lamp.
The light illuminated her face making it glow. Dark wet curls frizzed as they framed her heart-shaped face. Her lashes, lips and rosy cheeks shined as they reflected the light. Her brows ferried as she glanced at the sky. Biting her lip, she began to run as if she had only just realized how late it really was. Quickly she rushed down the cobble stairs, and turned the corner, disappearing from sight.
The street was left empty and dark, barely illuminated by the flickering street lamps and the light leaking from the window of an apartment over head. A mans silhouette could be seen in the glare, before he shut the shutters and turned off the light.
Short but sweet.
Wiht love,
the French Orchid