rubysaphire
Gryffindor
This is what Saphire looks like!
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Post by rubysaphire on Aug 26, 2006 21:15:34 GMT -5
Dark eyes glinting, Tress, grabbed his wand as he waited to strike at Spahire. This was the key to his master's succes.
Saphire sighed as she skipped a rock on the river. "No friends," She sighed. "No passion."
Tress grabbed his wand. "AVADA KAVADRA!!" He shouted.
Saphire, being an expert on listening and sounds, ducked. She was a quarter native american.
Tress missed.
There was a pause. Saphire whipped around. Her hair, in mid twirl, was flung around. She only heard her heart beat thud in her chest. She leapt up, and flew straight into the air. She dropped, but there was no Saphire. Instead a snake slithered to Tress's feet and bit him. Instantly, Tress died. The snake glowed for a moment, then Saphire stood, shaken. She flew up again and an eagle soared into the owlery. -continued into the owlery-
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