Post by BRIELLA GWENDOLYN BRITTANY on Jul 9, 2015 0:49:37 GMT -6
WORDCOUNT | NOT TELLING | OUTFIT | LIKE IT MATTERS |
MUSIC | Still NCIS theme song... | TAGS | open |
The summer air was already hot, considering it was so early in the season. Briella was sitting at a small wooden table in a wobbly chair waiting. She had ordered a bit of chocolate cranberry ice cream at the little parlour across the street from Ollivander's Wand shop. There was a street musician down the road, playing an instrument she didn't remember the name of and she was bouncing her head from side to side in time to the music.
Grinning, she took another bite of ice cream and stood up, thinking she would go watch the musician perform and maybe even drop a galleon in his....instrument...case...thing. She spun around uickly and, before she ever made it to the musician, she bumping into someone and poured brown ice cream down the front of their white shirt.
post template created by kennaGrinning, she took another bite of ice cream and stood up, thinking she would go watch the musician perform and maybe even drop a galleon in his....instrument...case...thing. She spun around uickly and, before she ever made it to the musician, she bumping into someone and poured brown ice cream down the front of their white shirt.