It was an typical winter's day; typical, for Lisa Turpin, meaning spent inside, sitting at the window in the library, head down in the leather bound pages of a good book. Every now and then her eyes would be drawn toward the bright light emanating from outdoors, and it was a lovely distraction. As much as Lisa didn't like the cold chill of the wind ( Read more... )

Lisa sat in the library, burried in a rather large book. She loved the library after dinner because there was no one in sight. Most people were wandering about with friends, giggling and chatting of things that took place durring their last meal. Lisa, of course, didn't do such things. Instead, she'd sit in the library, hiding behind whatever book ( Read more... )

I'm not a fan of the weather.

The only thing I hate more than burning in the sun is freezing in the cold

Bah humbug!

"And then Harry Potter picked up a danish and ate it!"

"That's just brilliant, Lavender! Really Brill! He's so dreamy!"

"I know, Hannah. If I hadn't been there myself I wouldn't have thought it could be so cute ( Read more... )

Lisa Turpins body was wandering across the grounds, a letter in her hand she was supposed to owl to her mother. Her feet, one after another, led her across the cold grass. Her arms wrapped around her middle. Her eyes, wide and hazy, were up to the clouded sky. Everything about Lisa Turpin's appearance looked absent minded ( Read more... )

The corridor was empty and silent, aside from the sound of the Ravenclaw's navy maryjane's scuffing against the stone flooring. Lisa was not quite surprised, considering she was on her way to the library, but she was slightly disappointed. Shouldn't more people be heading in the same direction? After a long and boring holiday school was finally ( Read more... )

So hi! I was really bored today while at my college's computer lab, so i started making some things for Lisa and Riley's profiles.

( They're just some stuff I gave a try... )

Lisa found herself searching for alone time more and more over the last few days. Every day she would mumble some kind of excuse to her Mother and stumble into the fireplace to floo out. In all honesty, she couldn't bare to be home any longer. Maybe it was just a "rebellious teenager" phase, but she couldn't be sure. What she did know for sure ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think I miss Hogwarts.

Not the people. Lord, no.

But just the halls. The books. The presence of knowledge and history. Sometimes it's almost like one can feel it in the air.

Oh, I miss it so...But I do not miss Hermione Granger and her grade point average, one that should be mine. No, not one bit.

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