Post by giggsgal11 on Jul 19, 2006 15:33:29 GMT -5
Arkarian stood staring at the fountain. His clothes, dark baggy black pants and a plain white vest top, were lightly soaked by the waterfall's splashes. It was such a charming place to be, he wondered why no one else was here - it was deserted.
He sat down cross legged on the ground, sitting, contemplating. He was thinking about the holiday ahead. He didn't want to spend it travelling with his father, he hated that lifestyle. He wanted to stay at Beauxbatons...Forever. But he knew that wasn't possible. He was lucky enough to be allowed to stay over christmas, but this time, he really did have to return home, if you could call it that, to his father.
He watched the water fall off the top of the cliff and splash at the bottom, intent on the rippling effects it made. Mesmerised, he sat for a while by himself, in his own world.
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He sat down cross legged on the ground, sitting, contemplating. He was thinking about the holiday ahead. He didn't want to spend it travelling with his father, he hated that lifestyle. He wanted to stay at Beauxbatons...Forever. But he knew that wasn't possible. He was lucky enough to be allowed to stay over christmas, but this time, he really did have to return home, if you could call it that, to his father.
He watched the water fall off the top of the cliff and splash at the bottom, intent on the rippling effects it made. Mesmerised, he sat for a while by himself, in his own world.
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