Marieanne McKassion
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So they went forth into the forest to get a taste of the morning. Since last year everyone including Dumbldor say that these woods ware haunted and forbidding, but it seemed safe now, well to Marieanne it did...
The wakeing of the birds saluted them as they passed by their sleeping nest and fluttered by chirping and flew from bush to bush and to tree to tree. There was a cedarbird, with it's red tip wings and yellow tip tail, and the robin with its loud querulous note; and the golden winged woodpecker with it's crimson crest, his broad back and the blue Jay, the gorgeous heavy metal Goth/punk rock artist of the bird world musicaly screaming its song to us in it's own fashion that it is; in his gaily colored and shinny blue feathers.
It was a fine atumnal morning, the sky was clear over their heads and nature wore the richest of gold's. The forest had put on their sober orange and yellow, while some trees of the tender kind had been nipped by frost into brilliant dyes of flourescent yellow, purple, and scarlet whose tints glowed more vividly through the dew/frost that hung on the ever changing leaves. The freshness of the forest came scented with the breath of fall...
So they went forth into the forest to get a taste of the morning. Since last year everyone including Dumbldor say that these woods ware haunted and forbidding, but it seemed safe now, well to Marieanne it did...
The wakeing of the birds saluted them as they passed by their sleeping nest and fluttered by chirping and flew from bush to bush and to tree to tree. There was a cedarbird, with it's red tip wings and yellow tip tail, and the robin with its loud querulous note; and the golden winged woodpecker with it's crimson crest, his broad back and the blue Jay, the gorgeous heavy metal Goth/punk rock artist of the bird world musicaly screaming its song to us in it's own fashion that it is; in his gaily colored and shinny blue feathers.
It was a fine atumnal morning, the sky was clear over their heads and nature wore the richest of gold's. The forest had put on their sober orange and yellow, while some trees of the tender kind had been nipped by frost into brilliant dyes of flourescent yellow, purple, and scarlet whose tints glowed more vividly through the dew/frost that hung on the ever changing leaves. The freshness of the forest came scented with the breath of fall...
Well of course it didn't seem bad now cause it was just the deciveing entrance to the realms of no return. But nonetheless she was yanked into the wood and was set on a path that wa sure to not end well... Well those were the thoughts in the back of her head but was it realy all that dangerous?
She was hungry cause she had not eaten yet and as she realized her hunger at the center of her sight was a ripe apple tree with a couple of blackberry bushes and some wild strawberries and she went straight to them and gathered them for her breakfast.
