merope the parselmouth (ex_parselmou659) wrote in the_rift_rpg, @ 2008-11-29 02:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | albus severus potter, merope gaunt |
Who: Merope &
When: Saturday Morning
Where: Town, near a store with flowers?
Why: Because she's all :/
Rating: G?PG?
Status: Closed to those two/Incomplete.
Merope was settled in front of the store, moving back and forth on her feet while she played with one of the flower beds there. The girl was dressed in a black sweater, comfortable pants and boots that kept her legs warm with a skirt over it; one could say she looked fashionable. Merope was always someone who spent time doing things alone, sulking and feeling bad about what she did in her life and felt like she hadn't suffered enough for her atrocious deeds.
Whenever the male walked near, her entire body froze and her mismatched eyes focused on Albus intently. While she didn't know the name, his likeness to Tom Riddle was uncanny and all she could do was shyly stare through her black hair before she plucked a daisy. Merope tugged it close to her chest and waited for him to come closer to approach.