Nobody
(A girl walking down Hogsmeade street, about 19 years of age and brown
straight hair to her shoulders)
-This street was very familiar to her. For she had been her as a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sheââ'¬â"¢s british but has lost her accent and the feel of it too. She feels british are obnoxious even though sheââ'¬â"¢s one. No one recognizes this once blond sweet girl walking down this Hogsmeade street.
Corrupted by her own mistakes and still blaming the world around her, not the first person to mess with. Her hands though still soft have been through many rough places. She hardly smiles only when someone can make her which is hardly at all. Right now sheââ'¬â"¢s remembering when she was absolutely innocent and didnââ'¬â"¢t know all the problems of this fucked of world. She looks beautiful still but inside, sheââ'¬â"¢s not old, but just experienced.
(Spots Rosmertasââ'¬â"¢ bar where she always had butterbeer with her friends)
As she walks in sheââ'¬â"¢s not surprised to hear the outburst of laughter even though it didnââ'¬â"¢t affect her in anyway. She walks over to a empty table and sits down. No one seems to notice, to far into their own worries, which is nothing to what worries she knows of. Madam Rosmerta walks over to her table and says.
"what may I get you dear" (in her british accent that annoys this girl so ) She says "butterbeer please"
All of a sudden Madam Rosmerta looks like she was jolted with a shock of electricity. Rosmerta looks at the girl closely and says.
"Omg, my dear its you isnââ'¬â"¢t it, your so grownup from the last time I saw you, you and your friends were always here, oh how are they."
"it hasnââ'¬â"¢t been that long" the girl responded in a somewhat colder voice.
"oh has it, let me see 3 years since I last seen you." responded Madam Rosmerta., "You just seem so different"
"ok" responded the girl.
"well" responds Rosmerta as she feels simply not wanted says, "well with that butterbeer"
"my friends are doing fine thank you" the girl responds smiling with much difficulty trying not to sound like to much of a bitch.
Madam Rosmerts smiles thinking she made atleast a dent in the girls' behavior.
(Walks out of bar after a few sips of butterbeer. Walks down the street to browse)
She walks down the streets of Hogsmeades just glancing around at people. Shes actually a bit jealous of them and their simple lifes for each of them are somebody and she's just........ nobody.
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Okay, hey people! This is not the author of this story speaking. It's Icicle Bunny. I am SisaMaria's bestest buddy in the whole wide world!! Well, at least I better be! lol. She asked me to post this story for her and so I'm doin' the honor. I didn't fix anything in this story cuz then it wouldn't really be my work. I posted it exactly like she sent it to me. Please review! Be gentle everyone it's her first fic! Give constructive critism at least. Don't flame her!!
This story was written by SisaMaria.
-This street was very familiar to her. For she had been her as a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sheââ'¬â"¢s british but has lost her accent and the feel of it too. She feels british are obnoxious even though sheââ'¬â"¢s one. No one recognizes this once blond sweet girl walking down this Hogsmeade street.
Corrupted by her own mistakes and still blaming the world around her, not the first person to mess with. Her hands though still soft have been through many rough places. She hardly smiles only when someone can make her which is hardly at all. Right now sheââ'¬â"¢s remembering when she was absolutely innocent and didnââ'¬â"¢t know all the problems of this fucked of world. She looks beautiful still but inside, sheââ'¬â"¢s not old, but just experienced.
(Spots Rosmertasââ'¬â"¢ bar where she always had butterbeer with her friends)
As she walks in sheââ'¬â"¢s not surprised to hear the outburst of laughter even though it didnââ'¬â"¢t affect her in anyway. She walks over to a empty table and sits down. No one seems to notice, to far into their own worries, which is nothing to what worries she knows of. Madam Rosmerta walks over to her table and says.
"what may I get you dear" (in her british accent that annoys this girl so ) She says "butterbeer please"
All of a sudden Madam Rosmerta looks like she was jolted with a shock of electricity. Rosmerta looks at the girl closely and says.
"Omg, my dear its you isnââ'¬â"¢t it, your so grownup from the last time I saw you, you and your friends were always here, oh how are they."
"it hasnââ'¬â"¢t been that long" the girl responded in a somewhat colder voice.
"oh has it, let me see 3 years since I last seen you." responded Madam Rosmerta., "You just seem so different"
"ok" responded the girl.
"well" responds Rosmerta as she feels simply not wanted says, "well with that butterbeer"
"my friends are doing fine thank you" the girl responds smiling with much difficulty trying not to sound like to much of a bitch.
Madam Rosmerts smiles thinking she made atleast a dent in the girls' behavior.
(Walks out of bar after a few sips of butterbeer. Walks down the street to browse)
She walks down the streets of Hogsmeades just glancing around at people. Shes actually a bit jealous of them and their simple lifes for each of them are somebody and she's just........ nobody.
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Okay, hey people! This is not the author of this story speaking. It's Icicle Bunny. I am SisaMaria's bestest buddy in the whole wide world!! Well, at least I better be! lol. She asked me to post this story for her and so I'm doin' the honor. I didn't fix anything in this story cuz then it wouldn't really be my work. I posted it exactly like she sent it to me. Please review! Be gentle everyone it's her first fic! Give constructive critism at least. Don't flame her!!
This story was written by SisaMaria.