Ginny Weasly walked nervously down the corridor. She was walking very
quickly, as she could not shake the sense that some one was following her.
Once she got to the Gryffindor common room she threw her books on a table
and got out a parchment and quill. Hurridly she opened a new bottle of ink
and started writing a letter.
'Dear Pal, I had the strangest feeling as I was walking back to my common room tonight. It felt as though some one was following me! I don't know why, maybe I'm just being paranoid. Oh well. How are you? I've been doing okay, but classes are stressing me out, and since the Halloween Ball is coming up, and I still don't have a date. Do you think
Ginny stopped writing and thought about what she was doing. All she knew about her Owl-Pal, a new systen made up by teachers to encourage students to socialize outisde of their houses, was that he was two years older than her, already in his 6th year. She also knew he come from a respectable family, but which one, she did not know. She finally decided to get it over with and just ask him, after all, if he said no, he wouldn't know who she was. She bent over her parchment and wrote, quickly, so as not to lose her nerve, you would go to the Halloween Ball with me? ~Love always, Your Pal. She rolled up the letter and went up to her owl, Peckers. Peckers was a white owl with a black beak and tan spots on her chest. Peckers accepted the letter gratefully and flew off into the night. ~*~
Draco Malfoy drummed his fingers against thw side of the plush chair he was sitting in. He was bored beyond beleif; he had got all his homework done, played wizard chess with Goyle, won, and had nothing else to do. Suddenly a white owl flew into the room. "Frek! Thank goodness your here!" he went over to the owl he called Frek, because of the tan spots on it's chest, and untied the letter. The owl swooped off into the night without a second glance at him.
He went upstairs to his room, locked the door, and read the letter. After he was done, he lay back, thinking. What did he know about his Pal? He knew that she was of poor family, but tht didn't seem to matter to him; at least, not for her it didn't. He also knew she was a year younger than he, in her 5th year. He knew how that would seem. He thought and he thought and he thought, until finally he ripped off a corner of her letter and scrawled a hurried, Yes.
'Dear Pal, I had the strangest feeling as I was walking back to my common room tonight. It felt as though some one was following me! I don't know why, maybe I'm just being paranoid. Oh well. How are you? I've been doing okay, but classes are stressing me out, and since the Halloween Ball is coming up, and I still don't have a date. Do you think
Ginny stopped writing and thought about what she was doing. All she knew about her Owl-Pal, a new systen made up by teachers to encourage students to socialize outisde of their houses, was that he was two years older than her, already in his 6th year. She also knew he come from a respectable family, but which one, she did not know. She finally decided to get it over with and just ask him, after all, if he said no, he wouldn't know who she was. She bent over her parchment and wrote, quickly, so as not to lose her nerve, you would go to the Halloween Ball with me? ~Love always, Your Pal. She rolled up the letter and went up to her owl, Peckers. Peckers was a white owl with a black beak and tan spots on her chest. Peckers accepted the letter gratefully and flew off into the night. ~*~
Draco Malfoy drummed his fingers against thw side of the plush chair he was sitting in. He was bored beyond beleif; he had got all his homework done, played wizard chess with Goyle, won, and had nothing else to do. Suddenly a white owl flew into the room. "Frek! Thank goodness your here!" he went over to the owl he called Frek, because of the tan spots on it's chest, and untied the letter. The owl swooped off into the night without a second glance at him.
He went upstairs to his room, locked the door, and read the letter. After he was done, he lay back, thinking. What did he know about his Pal? He knew that she was of poor family, but tht didn't seem to matter to him; at least, not for her it didn't. He also knew she was a year younger than he, in her 5th year. He knew how that would seem. He thought and he thought and he thought, until finally he ripped off a corner of her letter and scrawled a hurried, Yes.