lizzy smells of factlorries. (halest) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-03-12 13:54:00 |
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Lizzy sighed as she walked up to the sinks and washed her hands. Her fingernails were chipped and her hands dry. She was happy to hear that the house elves would be back after today, though she never minded cleaning. She thought, honestly, she was rather good at it. Turning off the tap, she stood there for a moment in an unusual moment of contemplation. It was odd to walk around school knowing someone might be picking off Muggleborns -- or Ravenclaws, or clever people, or something -- one by one with some weird spell. Well at least if Caradoc was right and it was this Lestrange boy, she was safe in the girl's loo. Safe enough. The pipes behind her gurgled and rumbled. Typical enough, but she was on edge enough to turn and look at them. It was odd, for a moment, she thought she saw a flash of green through a rusty hole in one of the pipes. Furrowing her eyebrows, she turned back to the mirrors, and then looked over at another girl in the loo with her. "Did you see that?" she asked, turning her gaze back to the mirror. |