The best thing about this spontaneous date was that Desriee had missed her morning run. Desiree wasn't a die hard fan of running, and she could go days without running and be fine. The Slytherin simply enjoyed it. It gave her a chance to get away from everything and think. Mostly about blood and all the different things that could happen, and Desriee often thought about what she'd do if she met a vampire. Jogging to a nearby tree, Desiree put her bag down. She didn't think anyone would steal it, but there wasn't too much of value anyways. Her journal, but no one could pass that off as their own. As Desiree jogged back towards Sally, she felt a few light raindrops hit her.